For myself.
That was not planned. Jeff called in the afternoon and said he was playing a softball game for the work league (in 97 degree heat!) Molly begged to go swimming at a friends and eat dinner there. She had an audition downtown later too. The pork was going to go bad if I did not fix it, though.
So that left Anna and I eating a nice dinner together. Except that Anna did not like the pork, was not a fan of the salad, and pretty much ate buttered noodles.
A snapshot for the future me: these are the days that when I finally have time to make a fussy dinner and my family has the time to sit and eat it together ... we still don't.
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