A friend in the neighborhood who moved to Florida last summer is in town for a few days. She sent out a text on our women’s text chain Monday asking who could get together for dinner tonight. A flurry of texts later, we had a respectable potluck taco bar planned.
We gathered at 6:30, each bearing a yummy contribution, chatted, laughed, ate, reminisced, laughed some more, and headed home at 8:30. Now, that’s a good Wednesday evening.
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