Took my mother to lunch today. McDonald's. I had a terrible craving for their french fries.
"Surely you can't eat two Big Macs and a large fry at one sitting," Mom protested as we ordered.
"Watch me," I replied. "I might even get an apple pie."
We finished our lunch and came back to my house. Mom stayed for about an hour and the small talk with her today was excruciating. She wouldn't carry on a conversation.
I also had a long phone conversation with my father about getting Maggie a companion puppy. I've proven with Maggie that I am responsible enough for a dog. I fear Maggie is bored shitless here at home and needs a canine friend. So, I will keep my eyes out for a small dog that will fit through my dog door.