Earlier this week I had an early breakfast with a friend at Colby’s Grill. (Side note: that place is GREAT for breakfast.). I had to get up and leave the house earlier than usual, so I didn’t have time to make a lunch, and Jessica wasn’t up to make it for me like she usually does.
I know, I’m spoiled.
As my friend and I were leaving from breakfast, I got a text from Jessica: “Your lunch is in the bed of the truck.”
I read it and laughed, then went into a moment of confusion and panic. What did she mean? I didn’t pack a lunch. But maybe I did and forgot. Did she make one and put it in there before I left, so I’ve been driving around with my lunch box just flopping around the truck?
Crazy, the things that pop in my mind at times like this.
No, the more exciting truth is that Jessica got up after I left, made me a lunch, drove to Colby’s Grill, put my lunch in my truck, then went to work where she texted me that it was there.
A good breakfast, an even better lunch.