I did a 30-minute walk around the neighborhood -- the Kaplan - Merwin - Merrie - Octavia - Gorman - Kaplan loop.
While walking, I called mom for Mother's Day, and managed to catch her before heading out to bingo.
I asked her if they'd eaten out today, and she replied, "Oh yes, we went to Golden Corral for lunch. Oh my, they had all kinds of food there today, including a standing roast."
I asked, "Well, did you ask it to pull up a chair and sit down?" Ba-dump bump. [Click This Now] We're here all week folks.

I met Joe at the Olive Garden at Crossroads, where we had a 20-minute wait due to it being Mother's Day, which we hadn't considered. It was a fine wait, though, as we watched all the "daddies" with the mothers.
Once seated, we played the "make up a family story" game about a table across from ours, which had an older woman and older men sitting at the "head" (and I guess, tail) of the table -- the farthest apart you can be from each other as it was a long table. On the one long side, from left to right, was a guy, a guy (who looked like the first guy's brother), a woman (who could have been either of the two guys' sister or wife). On the other long side, was a woman (who also could have been a sister or wife of the two brothers, a sister to the wife of one of the brothers). She had a little girl sitting to her left (who could have been her daughter, or her niece), followed to the left by an empty seat.
Joe and I decided that the guy in the middle on the long side was married to the woman to his left, and that the daughter was theirs -- mostly because he was hot and making him a "daddy" made him even hotter.
That game got us through the salad and bread sticks. I had the:
Just as it was starting, our waitress came to our table, which was by the window, looked outside, and said, "It's hailing."
"Sure as hail is," I retorted. [See ba-dump bump and cymbal crash above.]
Joe was freaking out, as he's been in a tornado before, and this definitely looked like tornado potential weather. He was particularly freaked out about the fact that the hail lasted for ten minutes.
After about 5 minutes, and every minute after that, he asked excitedly, "How long do you think it's been hailing?"
I stopped by Flex at 8:00, hoping to catch the "early" Sunday crowd for a change, but only Rick E. was there. I had one drink and left.
I returned at around 11:00, where I found Brian (
The evening was uneventful, and hardly any of the "good" singers were there.