Ladies Who Lunch

This is a running joke in my household. The husband has a false impression that I run around shopping every day -- only stopping to lunch with girlfriends or my mother. Nothing could be further from the truth. I rarely shop. My typical lunch is leftovers from whatever we had for dinner the night before, eaten at the kitchen table while I go through the mail. If I go really crazy, I might grab a to-go sandwich from the deli next to my dry cleaners.

Yesterday was an exception. My mother and I had lunch in honor of her birthday. We went super crazy. Instead of champagne and caviar, we each had a salad and a slice of pizza. (And I kept the leftovers for my dinner.) We skipped champagne and each had a soda. We are party animals.

I have been accused of being "out to lunch" and occasionally that is true. I'm more likely to be in for lunch.

Out to Lunch

Today, I am going out to lunch. I'm meeting a friend who will advise me about a couple of things and then she will admonish me. Then she will help me, as she always does.

Yesterday, I went out to lunch. I tried to visit Hangdog in the hospital but he had been taken for a test. My doctor (saint-in-training) and his wife took me to lunch. (Why don't they run when they see me coming?) I want to say to them, "Run Fast! Run Like the Wind!" But instead, they are kind.

Hangdog told my mother that most of my visits only last 5 minutes. He does not count the times he's sleeping. He does not count the times I am crawling in bed with him or waiting for him from the bathroom or tests. He doesn't count the phone calls.

I've been accused of being mentally "Out to Lunch" on numerous occasions. Guilty as charged.