And the Panic Sets In

A couple of weeks ago, my husband was out of town for several days, so I declared it "Eating Out Week" for myself and our one son left at home. On Monday we went to Souper Salad. On Tuesday we went to Kentucky Fried Chicken. When we got home from dinner on Tuesday, I was basking in the luxury of an uncommitted evening and suggested we watch a movie. I saw a message flashing on the answering machine, so I suggested that my son get the movie set up while I quickly checked to see which annoying ...