At the invitation of Brigid, Mr. B and I made our way to the Range for lunch today to be greeted by Brigid, Barkley, and G-Dog. Og, Partner, and Rich also were there after their trip to the Indy 1500. We had some wonderful food--pasta with venison meat sauce, rosemary infused sourdough bread, and a heavenly chocolate cake for dessert (there was also broccoli). I also discovered that I really like Chili Flavored Beer.
The company was fantastic and the conversation was laughter-filled. But the quote of the day came from the Lady of the Range after Og, the often-injured but still indomitable, relayed his story about the largest appendage on his foot being impaled by a falling fork. While the rest of us marveled at the apparent sharpness of his flatware, Brigid chimes in from the hall.... "So, did you have to call a TOE truck?" In the resultant silence after the collective *facepalm* echoes vanished, Partner summed it up for all of us.... "I must be slipping--wish I'd thought of that".
It was a lovely afternoon and I look forward to doing it again!
3 days ago