My husband took me out to a fancy restaurant last night -- me and my back pillow came. We had a gourmand menu -- so many courses of little delights and a different wine to go with each of the courses. "Why can't the wine we have at Book Club taste like this?" I asked at one point.
"Because you all would have to agree to pay £25 for each bottle," my husband pointed out.
Highlights of the food were:
- gingerbread thin sandwich with foie gras inside
- vension wrapped in bacon with a chocolate sauce
- halibut and crab in some wonderful sauce
So delish. I'd had a great birthday even though I put my back out, except MY KIDS DIDN'T REMEMBER -- even though I'd dropped large hints that it was my birthday.
Is this passive-aggressive behavior? Are they giving me a secret message that they really hate me?
All psychoanalysis welcome.