Wood Working: Big city dining adventure finds us visiting the farmer
"Did I forget to tell you, my sweet, that we're going out to eat in Minneapolis tonight?" said my Beautiful Wife brightly.
B.W. always says stuff like that brightly because she knows dining out in Minneapolis is not my favorite sport.
I usually tense up, wonder if I should take out a bank loan for the trip to Mill City, wonder if we should leave at 4:30 p.m. if our reservation is at eight. (You never know what the Minnesota Department of Transportation is up to.)