Dinner: Apology
March 20, 2009
Being friends means never having to say you’re sorry. Sorry as in “Hey I’m sorry I didn’t make it over for dinner as planned causing you to wait for hours while growing ever increasingly hungry before finally heading off to bed with no food whatsoever in your belly leading to a fitful night’s sleep as your blood sugar eventually bottomed out around 3am in the morning.” You know, that kind of sorry. But I’ve jumped ahead a bit too far in my story – let me back up a little first.
