Sunday Breakfast

J and I drove out and visited a fellow IF and her DH today for a leisurely breakfast. We walked down the street to a cozy neighborly restaurant. They warned us that it was a "greasy spoon" but it wasn't very greasy to me. Just one of those very comfortably places where people can eat and linger. Speaking on lingering, I think we hovered over our table for three whole hours. And you know what? The topic of infertility wasn't raised once. We talked about SEP IRAs, real estate investing, taxes, Flash programming, Windows registries and why the hell do we need them anyways, the myriad ways that Macs are so awesome, whether France is going to hell in a flaming handbasket (or not), where one might wish to bank "anonymously" (ahem), and so much more. As usual, time flew by and before we knew it the afternoon was quickly slipping away.

We sometimes meet someone because of our joint paths of IF, something no one wants to have in their lives, but it's a pleasant surprise to find so much more to discuss and enjoy, for a brief moment, we all forget our common plight.