Unexpected Surprises

Yesterday afternoon, I called my friend, Opera, to see if she was home. Since she moved up the street, we have "gone to lunch" every couple of weeks. Thus we have named ourselves The Charter Members of the Glover Park Ladies Who Lunch Club. We don't always lunch, are not necessarily 'ladies', and two people do not really constitute a 'club'; however, it is always a nice time.
Usually we set our meetings up a week in advance, but as I needed to run errands in the neighborhood, I reached out, touched face and made contact with Opera. We popped into the CVS, the post office and halfway to Town Hall, Opera says, "How do you feel about Sushi-Ko?"
We were unsure if it was open for lunch, but turned heel to check it out. Lo and behold they were open and upon being seated we discovered they were participating in Restaraunt Week. Sushi-Ko definitely went above and beyond, and Opera and I were truly impressed.
Not only did I chance upon a lovely afternoon with a great friend, a lucky trip to Sushi-Ko made for a perfectly super day.
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In the meantime, The Mister is off to Whistler, British Columbia. After returning home from his airport dropoff I decided to check my email. Apparently, I was most certainly not the only person concerned he may fly off the side of a mountain.
Written in his best handwriting, on the desk notepad was this statement:

In the event of my death, I, The Mister, leave all my posessions to Super Powers.

Signed and dated. HA!! I've got it in writing! Although the joke may be on me because half of nothing...