ladies who lunch

18 Jan

Today I saw a sweet little great-grandmother with every kind of colitis imaginable.  AND she’s had some of the most horrific reactions to the meds that were supposed to make her all–well, sorta–better.

As we were wrapping up with her, she said, “Well, I’m off to meet the girls at a luncheon…if I’m going to be uncomfortable and miserable, I can just as easily do so at a luncheon.”

I’d like to see her in one of those spectacular hats the Brits wear; she could absolutely pull it off.

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