Yesterday was Greg’s birthday and this year he didn’t want any gifts. All he wanted was dinner for two at this soul food dive he’s been dying to try.

Luckily, we arrived early because my closet has at least two feet on this place. In all honesty, besides the death rays shooting from the 65 inch flat panel mounted on the wall, the restaurant was cozy and charming—then again, it could be the death rays talking.

Whatever. Creature comforts be damned! Greg was in heaven and after awhile elbow room seemed superfluous.

Dinner and service were equally fantastic! And when our waitress told the chef that it was Greg’s birthday, she came from the kitchen with a sampling of everything on her menu. I’m not kidding—she even gave us a pecan pie to bring home.

Anyway, we returned home and Greg raced upstairs. Had I known there were angry faces awaiting me downstairs, I would’ve been on his heels. Apparently, BC went to Greg and uncorked Momma Ames and her sister’s plans for a surprise party which resulted in me effectively kidnapping Greg!

For the record: Greg doesn’t like surprises—good or bad and definitely none where he’s the center of attention. So my naivety was just the spanner he was looking for. He threw a spanner (me) in the works and got the hell out of Dodge! How is this my fault? I wasn’t involved in the scheming, plotting, and planning on either side. If I’m to be convicted of a crime, which I can’t see how, it’s aiding and abetting an escape. Now I have a house full of angry WASP, and BC has gone into witness protection.

Again, how is this my fault?!?! I’m innocent!


Nope! That's not BJ. He wouldn't hold still long enough to get a shot of him. :)