Going to dinner with the BIG bosses. DH has a "years of service" dinner. We are going to a fancy schmancy restaurant. I do hope I remember how to act around people who
- are taller than my knees
- call me by my first name
- are trusted to drink out of a cup with more than 2 oz at a time
- potty on their own
Hopefully I won't wipe any faces or cut up anyones dinner!!!!
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How well I remember those days of teaching primary and having small kids at home. Don't inadvertently salt your neighbour's food. Lol.
I really *do* like the new profile pick! Thanks for visiting my blog, Jane, and entering the drawing for the Kaffe Fassett fabrics.
Fancy schmancy restaurants make me nervous. We once stayed in a pretty snazzy hotel where my hubby went for a conference (I came along for a vacation) and I ended up eating lunch from room service because sitting alone in the hotel's fancy restaurant intimidated me. Silver, candles, fine china and uniformed waiters were a bit much with a club sandwich.
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