Today is the hubster’s birthday. (Happy Birthday Baby!) In honor of which we are going to travel this great state of Indiana in search of a gianormous burger that he saw on the Food Network. That Food Network has been such a detriment to my diet. That extra 30 pounds I’m carrying around on my wide-load butt; courtesy of the Food network. I wonder if I can sue them?
Our visit with the widow of the hubster’s fathers’ best friend (and Navy buddy) was a nice one, abet a sad one. Charlotte is not doing so well right now and wasn’t even well enough to go out to lunch with us. It was sad to see and heartbreaking to know that would be the last time we would ever see her. We’ve really enjoyed her company and can not begin to tell you how much her stories of the Hubster’s dad meant to him. She has touched my heart in a way that will leave a lasting impression, even long after she is gone. And in a way, what more could one ask of life than to be remembered by others when you are gone.
After our two hour visit with Charlotte, the hubster and I went for a late lunch at a place we had been at once before in that town. When Charlotte took us to Kings Barfette last year we loved it. Now we are wondering if we loved it because it was good, or because we were starving that day? All we know is this time it was one of the nastiest place we have ever eaten. Or not eaten as the case may be, because we didn’t eat very much. It was too nasty. The peach blossom was good though.