Wednesday, March 29, 2006

"Hi Jack. I'm Annette. You're doing it wrong."

I was invited out to dinner this evening. There was only one condition to the invitation - that I accept money for the gas to drive to the restaurant and that the dinner is on her. She said, "I pay for the dinner and the gas and anything else - just like if I was your mother or grandmother." Ha! Guess what mom? You're doing it wrong.