Happiest Hour of All Time
As planned, here I am enjoying appetizers and sushi at a local favorite restaurant with the very person who lured me into this situation by texting a certain photo from Minnesota. This is exactly the kind of thing that happens as the result of sushi texting - thus proving you just cannot get away with those kinds of shenanigans in my presence. Unless, of course, you take the recipient (me) out for a big plate full of sushi goodness, complete with a doggie-bag for lunch-time sushi the next day.
Consider yourself warned.
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I am Brenda Swenson and sometimes I blog.