This weekend I received one of those emails that makes you dance around in your sock feet and say YES and makes your significant other and the cats look at you like you’ve gone batso.
I spent the evening enjoying a fabulous dinner across from some people who had apparently had a really bad day, maybe a really bad life. They found problems with everything. That is, until I waxed rhapsodic about my steak. Then they each asked for a bite. They, amazingly, approved. They looked for problems and found … Read more