In my defense, the yogurt was not merely garlicky, it had become one with the garlic. It was a religious experience, I tell you.
I won't even mention here that Carol and her husband arrived at the restaurant late, even though they used both MapQuest and GPS to guide them. You know how hard it is to find a prominent indoor mall...it just blends into the background...
(She doesn't even have a blog of her own to defend herself on. Guest post, Carol?)
If the spirit so moves you, head on over to Suburban Matron and drop an encouraging note. She has her mastectomy tomorrow (Tuesday). She's being a lot braver about this than I would ever be.
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