Monday, March 18, 2013


I took my friend Jeanann out to lunch for her birthday last week.  Her birthday was in October.   I meant to take her out in the actual month of her birthday, but then Superstorm Sandy hit, and then I got sick, and then it was the holidays, and then she got sick, and then my kids got sick, and then one of us needed a new furnace, or a new fence, or something like that.

Anyway, we had lunch.  We had salad and pizza and got all caught up.  She reminded me about this --

The high school was offering the Princeton Review Assessment Test, and I had forgotten to sign my son up for it.  Jeanann is always good at remembering stuff like that.  She reminded me and I made sure he took the test on Saturday morning at 9 a.m.  My son doesn't want me to go to lunch with her again any time soon.

Also last week, I had lunch with my friend Adrienne.  She was taking me out to lunch for my birthday which was in November.  Or maybe I was taking her out to lunch for her birthday which was in January.  We couldn't remember, but we enjoyed ourselves.  I had a Greek salad with meatballs in it.

It was so big I couldn't finish it and I got to take some home.Whoever got the idea to add meatballs to a salad is a genius.

Our lunches were totally decadent. No, we didn't have wine.  (I gave up drinking for Lent, which was pretty much the worst idea ever.)  We didn't even coffee or dessert.  But we talked for over 2 hours when we would usually be cleaning, or working, or at the store buying groceries or medicine or new sneakers for someone besides ourselves. 

I think lunch with a girlfriend is one of the best birthday presents ever.  How long do I have to wait to have another birthday lunch with another girlfriend?  Well, I have friends with birthdays in March and April.  So ...

If x represents the month of the birthday, and y is the number of kids that might get sick, and z is the number of salads on the menu ... how long until my next lunch?  As they say at the Princeton Review ...

Do your figuring here.

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