First World problems . . .
My best friend just called to invite me out to dinner with her and her son. I kinda want to go, but I don't know if I'm up for it.
Why does she always call when I'm taking a nap?
She's going to call back in about an hour to get my answer. I've made myself a cup of tea, but I'm not sure that will be enough to get me going.
I'm a little apprehensive. I've gone out to eat with these people before. Dreadful table manners: they play with their food, they talk while I'm trying to read the menu (a major ADD no-no), and they kvetch about everything ("and such small portions!"). Sometimes there is even pickage—I'll not say of what.
On one hand, I'll feel guilty if I don't go. They really enjoy my company, or so they say. Why? How? :idontknow: They'll be disappointed if I don't go. Also, I hate the thought of passing up a free meal at a better-that-average restaurant.
On the other hand, I'll feel guilty if I do go. They can't afford to buy one meal at this place, let alone three, and since they did the inviting, they will insist on paying for my meal as well as theirs. No Dutchmen allowed.
On the other other hand, if I go, I won't have to come up with something for dinner on my own. Another cold-chili-and-popcorn night is short on appeal.
On the OTHER other other hand, if I stay home, I won't have to go through the whole song-and-dance production number of getting ready to go out.
On the OTHER OTHER other other hand . . . :kickingmyself:
At least when she woke me up this time I wasn't having an awesome dream about baked goods.