And that included a glass of wine and the tip. Have discovered a great little hole-in-the-wall Vietnamese restaurant around the corner. "Pho Huong Viet", it is called, always packed. Apparently "Pho" is soup, but so infused with meat and veggies we left stuffed, unable to finish our dishes. I ordered something with tripe in it. Haven't eaten tripe since I was a child, when my grandmother used to serve it. She was the Queen of Organ Meats, let me tell you.
Returned from the pool this morning to find daughter on the front walk. A very pleasant surprise, but where was grandson? Playing in the car with the dog, not interested in emerging. The minute he spotted me, however, a huge smile burst on his face and he wanted to say "hello" to grandma. Out he got and ran over.
See, this is why we moved to Calgary. Before leaving he insisted on getting in his chair and eating a snack. Then it was big kisses for grandma and grandpa before he went on his merry way with Mummy.
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