I tried to make a change in our Friday night habits, but it just wouldn't stick. There's no fooling this 51year old body--it knows what day of the week it is. Guess I'll be happy with the occasional addition to our end of the week schedule.
It was a great night to mix a couple of screw drivers, make a quesadilla for an appetizer and then heat up the leftovers from the great pasta Fran whipped together for us last night. How does she do that??