Lori and I knew we needed to think long and hard about our next dinner party after Tapas Night, but other matters were pressing: the Broadheads had people coming over the next afternoon/evening to look at their house, and they needed to be elsewhere for the duration.
So Lori and Marlis went out to the movie ("Eat, Poop, Love" I think it was called), and Glenn came over and sat with me while I smoked a chicken. When the girls got back, we were sitting out back before dinner when Marlis got a phone call with a serious offer, and they accepted it on the spot.
So, suddenly the Broadheads were moving to Kansas City--in three weeks.
Yeah, we were all a little "Holy Crap!" about that. But we celebrated the sale with a smoked chicken Sunday dinner.
I'm not sure how I failed to get any pictures of Lori this evening.
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