Looks kind of like and old man and his daughters. I told the waiter I was Mormon and these were my wives. He laughed, probably because he needed the tip. Dinner was good. I had the Parmesan encrusted steak and shrimp with broccoli and a couple Fire Trucker IPA's to drink (brewed in Ankeny, Iowa). Rhonda had the same with asparagus and ice tea. Karla had the prime rib and baked potato plus water with a lime wedge and Billie had some kind of pasta with salmon and a Blue Moon. It was a lot of fun.
I think we are going to the Fair in August. I already can't remember the date. Fortunately Billie put it in my phone for me. I hope that getting old is going to be like this. They all promised to come to my funeral. They are my angels after all.
There were a couple of Angels missing. You know who you are. Someday maybe all 5 of us? I don't know. I think we need matching T Shirts.
One last pic of my sisters in Christ. Love and help in places I did not expect. Thank You all for being my friends. Maybe we can all gum down some cotton candy at the fair (;^)))))))))))))))))))))))) I love You!
That waiter in back looked suspiciously like Clark Kent.