Thursday, February 4, 2010

Ron....Downtown

Ron spent our entire lunch attempting to convince me that I need a telephone for my eye. I failed to see why, when my eye can neither hear nor speak--and in fact, can barely make out the newspaper without a magnifying glass. Then at last I realized he meant an iPhone. Well, indeed, why didn't he just say so?

I am a great fan of pairing browns and grays and thought Ron looked quite well put together in his v-neck sweater, striped shirt, and lustrous wide-wale corduroy trousers. I'm afraid his photograph of me may have caused his iPhone to short-circuit. (I confess, I felt a bit like Doc Holliday at the O.K. Corral.)

2 comments:

Anne said...

mmmm...love me some Garden Bistro...

Lord Maxwell said...

Good eye! Their flattened sandwiches are my favorite.