Tuesday, February 13, 2007
For Sunday dinner, we went to a local Chinese buffet. They normally have good service, but that day we had to wait on just about everything, including silverware. As I was trying to get situated, Rachel asked rather loudly and excitedly, "Are we going to have to eat with pork chops?" I didn't understand what she meant the first time, so she repeated it for me. She was very relieved to know that we weren't going to have to eat with chop sticks, but that eventually they would bring us silverware (and drinks, too!).