the night dinner came rolling in courtesy of meals-on-wheels

After a family trip to Virginia

I had a laundry list

(and laundry)  

of things to do.

I found myself 

answering an unexpected phone call

(as I ran here and there; thither and yon)

from my parents.

It went something like this:

(them) Hey Jen!

(me) Hey what?!?

(them) We're bringing dinner over tonight;

how's 6:00?

(me) PERFECT.

and it WAS.

Home-cooked, delivered hot, and eaten outside on the patio on a perfect summer night.

(and they are perfect in my book, too.)