Caving In

Sunday, we go to Moxies...the mother-in-law has been so miserable since the Doctor's I thought going out to the place I had gone with my girlfriends might cheer her up.  My gut tells me this will be an adventure of sorts; I can't even imagine what she will eat.  The children are delighted to know they are not going for chicken.  At least, it will be a Sunday lunch.  If the food doesn't go over well, the matriarch can always have a meal before going to bed.  Or chips. Or frozen strawberries or raspberries...I know she won't starve...