Olive Garden... AGAIN

About every week to ten days Michael's Dad will call and want to take us to dinner. Too poor right now to eat out very often, we are always eager to go. Eager at least, until he says those dreaded words... "I only like to eat at the Olive Garden." Not wanting to kidnap, wrestle, or even argue with an 85 year old man, we let him have his way. It is, after all, a free dinner.

Here we are at our last outing

Annie and Bev