Café Coco

Having heard good things about Cafe Coca from various friends, I recommended it as a lunch spot. J. and I try to meet up once a week for lunch, emphasis on try. When you walk into Cafe Coco you are immediately greeted with an instructional board. Of course, neither of us noticed it and had to be directed by a member of the wait staff.

After deciding that we'd take table service rather than order at the bar, we examined the menu. J. was really into it {that's her behind the menu}. We decided on sandwiches.

J. got a chicken wrap, which was a bit bland, and fries, which were great. I got an avocado garden grill sandwich which was fantastic. I don't think Coco will become our regular spot but with 24 hr. service, I'm sure I'll be back.

Madness

For the next few months the Scott kids are: 20, 21, 22, 24. The older we get the closer it seems. I know its nuts, but it's pretty cool being so close in age.

Just Call Me Four Eyes

Apart from when I read, I am now a full-time glasses wearer. Blast. I've had glasses for years now, but have managed only to wear them as needed. A few months ago I realized that I couldn't read street signs and decided it was time for new specs. After going to the optometrist I learned that my vision is now 20/40 {which, in the lovely state Tennessee, is still legal to drive without corrective eye-wear}.

My new glasses are modern with a hint of retro. I like them. I am also getting a back up pair in case something happens to these and, lets be real, because I love variety.