Breakfast Basket

This morning my husband, Russell, and I drove to visit a friend who is recovering from a second hip surgery in a rehab center. My friend is STARVING in rehab! He said, 'Last night, during dinner, the protein was gone 2/3 of way through the meal.' What to do? What to do? Visit AND bring a breakfast basket of course! Daaaahhh... Really Dear Readers, you had to have know that was coming! Right? I brought my dear and lovely friend a cheesy omelette with a salad, potatoes and a slice of  Whisky Cake. I also brought cookies and books a and seed catalog so he could plan his Spring garden. We talked about nonsense and about the rampant sex that could possibly be happening throughout the facility. I teased him about the sexy, smiley face socks he was thrust into and I couldn't believe he was wearing and he said he can't see his feet. His main concern was not the infection that nearly killed him, it was waking up to a little old lady curled up next to him in bed!