Lunch Date

It's my favorite time of the week.


For days before, giddy possibilities fill my mind. It could be fish, a sandwich, a hamburger or even barbecue. It could be ice cream or pizza, or even soup and salad.



It could be on a Friday or a Saturday, a Monday or a Sunday. It could be at eleven or one, twelve or two.



It could be downtown or a few blocks from the house. It could be out of town or at the drive through around the corner.



Sometimes I'm in dance pants, sometimes I'm in a fancy dress. Sometimes I've taken a shower, sometimes I smell like a sewer.


But it's ok.





Because even if I talk too much about myself, smear icing or barbecue sauce all over my face or wear a cracker on my head, you just smile.



And even when I demand dessert at every occasion and steal bites of your leftover hamburger, you think it's cute.

And even when I pick yuppie sandwich places because I was fooled by the cute pink tables and fall into a wallowing funk, you buy me a cupcake to cheer me up.






Because at lunch, it's just us. It's not about the puppies, it's not about work, it's not about family or friends or the people sitting at the table next to us.



And even now, my favorite time of the week is a lunch date.



With you.

Stay tuned, Invisible Friends! We have a week full of whimsical fun! We've got a new gift tomorrow and the promised wedding post Tuesday. In addition, we've got a new Twirl, classic Pond recipe of one of the Blond Duck's favorite foods and the Babies' Birthday (will they get their peanut butter puppy pie?) Stay tuned to find out!