Sham Meh

Upon arriving at my destination in Kentucky I was told that C. was waiting for us at a restaurant. We had to try to hurry before it got too crowded. I was amazed: had not expected C. to have dinner with us.
It was quite a nice Ethiopian place. You use some flat bread that is rolled up and looks like a cross between a crepe and a pancake... to sop up any juice or to pick up the delicious food with. Sort of like a ...shammy.
I said something about wanting to video a Sham-Wow commercial but that I was restraining myself in order not to embarrass mom. C. said something about the flat bread wasn't a vibrant enough color to be a sham-wow, it was more like----- wait for it----- a 'Sham Meh'.
We lost it. We were cracked up. I had to lay my head down on the table and I managed to stifle all but one snort.
I saw C. again the next morning when she brought me a big pot of coffee; and again later that day when she had dinner with mom and I, and then we went Ogering (the Kroger sign used to be neon, and the KR was once burned out. "Let's go OGERING"... was the in joke at the time) and went to her house.
I helped carry in the groceries and met the dogs and we had lovely refreshing diluted cranberry juice with lemon (or was it lime?) slices.
And sat and talked into the night until half past midnight: it was glorious. I do love spending time with her... it was almost like old times.
She looks fantastic, and I wish I could have spent more time talking but it was way past my bedtime. As I was leaving I noticed my coyote table was right by the front door. She says it has been there ever since she moved there. I am happy to see it is still in use.
All is right with the world.
ETA: how I wish I could have packed her up in my backpack and carried her home with me to gaze upon a little bit longer...