If ever there is anyone in this world to make it all better, it’s my Dearest Hubby. He felt really bad this morning that I got my plans all mixed up. Around 11:30 I received a call from Bobby teasingly saying “there is “NO” fork in my lunch.” Then he said “I’ll just “HAVE” to go out to lunch, why don’t you come join me?”
He didn’t see it but a tear trickled down my cheek as I joyfully replied “REALLY?” “Of course, really, come meet me for lunch” he answered, “and call me when you get to HWY 820”. HWY 820 is the point I call such that he leaves work and we meet at the restaurant close to the exact same time. When I reached 820 I gave him a call and we got our connections right and met for a special lunch.
We met at Soda Springs, one of our favorite little BBQ restaurants in
The window where customers place their orders
Bobby had the BBQ brisket and I had the fried catfish
My Dearest Bobby