Sense of humor

I like Bernie's Tavern. It's two blocks from my office, has amazing food, homemade soup (crab bisque today, yum!), and the owner and waitresses know when I walk in to automatically bring me an iced tea with no lemon. It's dark, it's small, it's cluttered with eclectic decorations, and I love it.

As much as I love this place, like most places, every now and again the service is -really- slow. Usually it's not the waitresses, who are hyper efficient, but just the kitchen moving slow. So today, I got a spinach and artichoke dip for lunch because it seemed like a veggie and seafood sorta day. Took thirty minutes to get my food, but the owner/head cook brought it out to me with magic words:

"Sorry this took so long. We had to grow the spinach."

Gotta love a place that makes fun of itself. :)

Work update

The PITA parent will not only be not returning ever, I did not have to talk to her to tell her this. All hail avoiding confrontation! The only sad part is I'll miss the kids, very much so. They're absolutely wonderful children, and it's one of those rare times to make one ask, "Sheesh, can't this person act more like their kids?" ;)

Otherwise, motivation is lacking. Got much paperwork done this morning. Read more Stephanie Plum at lunch. Slightly suspicious that Grandma in the book based on any number of my elderly relatives.