Dinner?

I called my mom one afternoon to find out if she wanted to go to dinner later that evening. During the call I learned she had been given an injection that morning... in her eyeball! #gross She was in a bit of pain, understandably, and didn't want to do dinner.

Since we weren't doing dinner I decided to work late. Thank goodness! I received a text from my brother at 6 p.m. stating that Gigi was sitting at home wondering what time I was picking her up. I called, reminded her what she had said and she informed me she had changed her mind, was feeling better, and was waiting for me. I guess she felt informing me of this minor detail was not important.