"Ann is a nosy sort." he said lovingly. She really cannot help herself; her penchant for prying is deeply encoded in her DNA. She will not take polite hints to mind her own business, either. Thus, it is nearly impossible to surprise her.
Quixotic fool that I am, I set out to do just that for Mother's Day, a day which, for reasons that need not be discussed here, has been an emotional day in the past. I figured she could use some friends to help her celebrate and so I invited Rob and Dyce to come over on Sunday afternoon.
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Mother's Day Brunch |
Hoping for beautiful weather as we had been having for a week, I came up with a menu of light eats to be enjoyed on the patio with crisp white wine. Naturally, the weather did not cooperate and we ended up eating inside at the island. Quoting Stevie Winwood, "You just roll with it, baby!"
I am kicking myself now for not having taken any pictures of Rob and Dyce. I was too caught up in talking and pouring Champagne around. They brought the most beautiful flowers for Ann. And did a wonderful job of acting all week as if nothing were happening on the weekend.
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Rob and Dyce Brought This Exquisite Arrangement |
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The Surprised Guest of Honor |
Ann, true to form, did her best to ruin the surprise. The three of us guys put the plan together a week in advance. Shortly thereafter, Ann asked me to take her to the local wine bar and out for brunch somewhere. I confessed my plan for a special brunch at home. Her immediate response was, "Can we invite Rob and Dyce?" At this point, I had to lie, saying that I preferred to have a more intimate tête-à-tête chez nous.