The Little Review (littlereview) wrote,
The Little Review

Afternoon Nonsense

Am back from my absolutely divine lunch with juleskicks and lohowarose who are both beautiful, fascinating women and I am so envious that they managed to be in the same family! We met at the Bilbo Baggins Restaurant in Old Town Alexandria. I haven't been there since I was in high school...and we were originally going to meet someplace else entirely, but once I remembered that it was there, I decided that meeting there was really an inevitability. And now that I have had Bilbo Baggins desserts -- mine was "Lord of the Rings," which involved layers of white and dark chocolate cake with raspberry compote and white chocolate icing -- I am moving to the Shire. Unfortunately the web site doesn't seem to have a photo of the art murals around the upstairs of the restaurant...

And I arrived home, after a bit of Father's Day shopping, to a phone call from the school principal telling me that my younger son had gotten an impromptu haircut in art class by a friend. Fortunately his hair is generally so messy that you can't see it. Much. Plus my husband barely missed being involved in an 18-car pileup on I-270, resulting from the thunderstorm that hit with a fury right as he left work this evening (hence my inability to be online until now).

So all in all it has been a good day, though I must now work tonight since I have gotten nothing done thus far! And I have to feed my kids! Eep!

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