Last week Son Donald finished his college semester. Over the weekend he came home with a car full of clothes, bedding, and books.
Tonight we had our traditional end of studies family celebration dinner. Hubby Tony brought home carry out Chinese from a restaurant close to his office. The food was good and plentiful. It wasn't until I was cleaning off the table that I noticed the slip of paper that was in the bag. As much Chinese food as I've had over the years, it's never come with a bi-lingual receipt.