DS #2 attended a Halloween party last evening, which had me transporting him to a neighboring town for 6 p.m., with pick up being at 9 p.m. I brought DD along for the ride and as we were trying to decide what to do in the interim before picking DS back up, we became hungry so we ended up with an inpromptu girl's night out. With DD's many dietary restrictions, she googled the menus of some local restaurants before we settled on a local, family run diner that we like. I ordered the 3 crab cakes with mashed potatoes, salad with honey mustard dressing, broccoli with cheese sauce, hot tea with lemon. I also had bread and butter. DD ordered the "mini" dinner of fried sea food: 1 crab cake, 2 stuffed clams, fried clams, 1 huge filet of flounder, French fries, chicken noodle soup with saltines, iced tea with lemon. We both brought 1/2 of our food home for today's lunch, including what I'll call extras: the saltines (prepackaged) that came with her soup (she left the noodles behind, eating the homemade broth, chicken and vegetables, butter pats, the remains of our individually filled tubs of tartar sauce, an orange slice, a lemon wedge, 2 smaller lemon slices). We infrequently eat or order out, and I budget for that monthly. We choose more modest establishments. The food was all from scratch, the restaurant very clean.
Since we still had time after dinner, DD suggested heading over to Marshall's as I need to replace my black flats which are very worn and left my feet wet/damp earlier this week, on a rainy evening at college, while walking in from the parking lot. I had debated wearing my rubber Wellies, but after hearing the forecast, I knew that the rain was ending, I'd just have a wet parking lot and side walk to contend with. Cold, wet stockings weren't much fun.
I have been having a lot of trouble trying to wear existing shoes, more are to be donated, due to my swollen toes from PSA. Picture of my lovely swollen, "sausage" toes-a classic sign of Psoriatic arthritis, and my developing bunions, bunionettes.
I also got another, non Teflong omelette pan. The relacement one that I bought not too long ago, started peeling up. Ick. and sad. : ( Hopefully, this Italian one will prove longstanding.