It's 12:15 on a Sunday afternoon. I have my shoes on and am going out to lunch and to watch the Eagles game at a sports bar.
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WHO IS THIS PERSON?!?!
My friend has promised to supervise me adequately and to escort me home immediately forthwith should the phenomenon of being out in public prove too much for me. I, in return, have silently vowed to just breathe and not be...ME...for the next few hours and keep my nervous curcus monkey chattering to a minimum.
Pray for me, Dearies.
P.S. Do you think it would be awkward to take my stitching, Ott light, lap stand, and Happy Chair along?