Yesterday, I took a picture of my neighborhood taco truck. It is our one and only food truck.
Today, I went back to the old neighborhood to visit the dentist. We had LOTS of shinny foodie trucks. They are not better. Just prettier.
No problems at the dentist. I didn’t even get scolded about flossing. Either I did really good or the hygienist has just given up on me. I’d bet on the later.
I had a Peg mini-meltdown at dinner tonight. I went into the dining venue with four friends. I waited in line. And ordered a nice dinner. There were no tables. We did find four seats at one of the “group” tables. And, I just said screw this. I don’t want to eat with who ever shows up at the table. I almost walked away, abandoning my ordered and paid for dinner. I stayed. But, it wasn’t pretty for about 5 minutes. My friends will be able to talk about my meltdown for the next couple of weeks. They patted me on the head and told me to “take it easy”. Group living isn’t easy for me. I stayed. In the end, the black cod was pretty good. And, some people that I know and like took the extra chairs at our group table.
Think it was a tired Peg at the end of a very long week. Or maybe it was the real me.
Note to Carlton: The Nats are just about to lose game one of the Division Series.