Monday Mimisms ~ What does one wear to a kidnapping?

"Don't ask questions, just meet us there at five. You can get in our car then. It's a surprise, Mom."
"You're kidnapping your mother on Mother's Day?"
"I really can't say...."
I had to duct tape my mouth to keep my pencil head from trying to wiggle the truth out of him...and he's too old to threaten house arrest. But please! What will I weeaaaarrrr?? You're putting me in your car?? I don't like the way he drives, I'm thinking, I hope he doesn't blindfold me too.

I did as I was told and showed up in a skirt.

"Close your eyes, Mom. Don't come in here yet!"
Voila

A dozen pink roses appeared.
In a vase. With water!

A card opened up.
With lovely words


I got in the car. Riding shotgun. No blindfolds. Just whispering and secrets. We rode a looooong way through curvy 2-lane roads and finally a smidgen of civilization showed up.

"Close your eyes, Mom. It's time for Surprise No. 2. We're almost there."

"But....I....where...."

Yes. A restaurant named after ME! Reallllly? Think about it.

(I'd heard of it before but I tried to act surprised ya see......don't tell 'em)

A menu appeared.

Broiled chicken breast topped with garlic mushrooms and lemon caper butter sauce. Served with mashed potatoes and broiled asparagus

Someone really cooked this? Someone named Mimi?

Surely she is no relation to me.

Yummy!
We sat under an umbrella outside, finishing our meal under a perfect warm sky and love that matched the breeze.

I thanked No #1 son and his lovely lady (do I hear wedding bells??) and drove back to Bloggingham happy and content. 

It was good to be surprised. 

Very good.