Mike and I were going to head to our camping house (located seven miles from Capital Reef National Park in Utah). The night before, Mike said we couldn't really afford it. (Did he look at my CTMH charges? Yikes.)
Friday morning I got up just before eight a.m. I had taken the day off because we were heading south. Now the day meant that I would have time to work on the house, rearrange my crafting items, machine embroidery Stephanie's pillow cases.
8:10 a.m. I get a text - says, "let's go" which, translated, meant that Mike would rather create memories than sit in his office. Nice - but - change of my whole mindset.
It's ok because we celebrated his birthday at Cafe Diablo last night. I stayed good, pumpkin-seed trout, and he stayed .... well .... true to his desires! He had an amazing rib dish and then Diablo chocolate. (Suffering later with a headache because of the rich chocolate.)
This morning we are heading there again to have breakfast. They NEVER serve breakfast. I can tell you I'm having a quiche and he's having ... huevos ranchero. Both come with strudel as a first course. I will give him mine. Sorry puppies, you don't get to come with us.
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