The Last Supper
It’s kind of a tradition around here. “The Last Supper.” It’s just a little joke between Master and me. He takes me out for one nice meal before any surgeries I have. We did my “Last Supper” tonight. It’s usually the night before surgery (to take my mind off of things) but I can’t eat for two days prior to surgery and tomorrow is going to be really busy. I tried to call the thing off because I can’t really eat that much right now anyway, but Master said that it was okay if I didn’t finish because I could just get something he liked and then take it home for him to eat. Ha! That’s what we did anyway.
I tried lobster bisque for the first time ever today and it was SO GOOD! I couldn’t stop smiling. The waitress brought me a box and was all:
“You barely ate anything, did it come out okay?”
Yep, it did. I just live on tastes. >.<
Now? Home with Master, and slowly sipping ginger tea. MmmmMMmmm.
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