I actually left work early on Friday! At 4:45, Deborah and I were on our way to Lincoln to look for a new bed base for Brad’s bed. (A story for another time.)
I had bribed Deborah with the promise of dinner and said she could choose. She chose Vietnamese! Woo-hoo! An adventure for me! Her regular store was closed, but we found another one nearby. I had my first bowl of pho (pronounced ‘fu’, I think), and it was really good. I could have eaten a whole bowl of just the broth and noodles, but the meat was so tender and delicious. Mmmmmmmmm…….. thanks, Deborah!