8:35am Saturday Phone rings.
Becca: You awake?
Becca: Can you drive me to Costco? I'll buy you breakfast.
Becca: Okay. So get in your car and come right now.
Sally: Let me brush my teeth and put in my contacts.
Breakfast? Was at Over Easy on Damen. Go. Now. It doesn't seem to matter what you order. It's all good. All of it.
I had the Salsiccia Breakfast Sandwich and Becca had the Dark Cherry Peach Cobbler French Toast which are both weekly specials and which we reluctantly shared with each other because, DAMN. TASTY. She says that when she and her husband go, they usually order one sandwich and one sweet breakfast thing and then split them both, so that everybody gets as much goodness as possible.
The service was fantastic, my water glass and coffee cup never got below half full, and everybody was really cheerful.
Best moment. A small person, probably two or three, wandered back to the wooden eggs on the wall, and then, when asked to by his father, told the eggs good-bye. "Bye, eggs!" he said, at least twice.
Seriously. Go. Now.