It's a wonderful feeling, seeing people you miss. And I got to see two of them today! Lucky me.
MoDawg picked me up this afternoon. The last time I was with her we drove around west Omaha with a giant bag of fries strapped into an infant seat in the back of her car. There were no fries today. Instead, we drove around the city looking for a sushi joint with available parking. That, my friends, is quite a quest when St. Patrick's Day falls on a Saturday and you live in a town full of Irish people. Somehow we managed, though, and many raw fish rolls were consumed and the world was at peace.
We decided to go visit Jumper at work, partially because we miss him but also because we had a hankering for some sweet potato tots. Seriously-those exist! But Jumper dear works on what I believe to be the opposite corner of the globe from every other part of civilization. Mo and I got lost multiple times. We even entered No Man's Land, fifty feet of space between where one county ends and another begins. I could feel the supernatural forces at work. I cried tiny tears of relief when we finally reached our destination and received multiple Jumper hugs. And the tots were so worth it.
Today had its glitches, but doesn't every day? Besides, hopelessly circling around a parking lot is far more fun when there are two people cursing the cars that take up the good spots.
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