Great meal, gross dessert.
Bessie & I only once have managed to take a photo of ourselves—we invariably are deep in conversation that excludes documentation. Even yesterday, when we and our husbands had lunch, I took photos of Tom & Johnny but none of Bessie & me. I love to see them laughing together, our two handsome men. They have boxing in common and— "What else did you guys talk about?" I just asked. Predictably his answer (in his irritated, why-are-you-even-asking voice) was: I don't know. That's male friendship, isn't it?