Ladies who lunch...

at Perkins?  That would be my friend, Heather, and me.  I met her for a Christmas lunch today at our local Perkins (I love those potato pancakes!) and a catch-up chat.  I haven't seen her for about a month; last time we got together we noshed on Boar's Head chicken breast sandwiches on fresh five-grain italian bread from Publix at my desk.  I'm happy to say that her life is drama-free right now (mine always is!) and we chatted about regular stuff and our plans for the holiday.  She lives with her cousin and it would seem that Jack is in bah-humbug mode - but maybe he'll catch some holiday cheer before next weekend.  Lunch was good.  No, I didn't order the potato pancakes because, well, I can make latkes at home and the Spinach Bacon & Tomato Biscuit Bake had me at hello.  This time the entree actually did live up to the glamorous food-stylist photo on the shiny menu cover - it was like a little quiche baked into a biscuit crust.  Heather had a Honey Mustard Chicken Salad (and it looked good) - but I can't go to that restaurant without ordering a breakfast-y thing.  We vowed to get together again soon and I headed back home to the four-footed fur kids and some Christmas gift-wrapping.  I haven't wrapped a thing yet and Aggie looks so cozy on her pillow on the sofa that I am contemplating taking a nap.  It's a dreary day outside - the kind that God created just for naps!