Phalaenopsis hybrid (unknown parentage)

We were not awakened by a Kelly robo-call, unlike the day before. A call that asked Anne to report to school two-minutes ago. Beam me up Scotty, I’m late for school! I’m a sorry captain, but not even the trans-warp flux capacitor does time travel. I canna do it. This day, we did receive at the same time a Kelly callback. It was a human this time, who satisfactorily answered, Anne’s time card question. This exchange left us both free for the day, a play day. Woo-Hoo!

We motored over to the botanical gardens and caught the orchid show. I had seen it once already, but this was Anne’s first turn through. Together, we ran a photo safari through the show. We also toured the Climatron and actually got more interesting photographs there. Afterwards, it was starting to turn chilly, so as they say, when the going gets tough, the tough go to lunch.

After much hemming and hawing. mainly on my part, we ended up at Lu Lu’s on South Grand. I really shouldn’t belittle this decision-making process, because it is one of the three fundamental questions posed to all mankind: Do I eat it or does it eat me and where do we go for lunch? This vegan eatery allowed us to mercilessly mash with our molars, members of the vegetable kingdom, whose very cousins we had just spent the last few hours admiring. Talk about the irony of it all (Oh, the humanity!) and thank God that beer is vegan too, because I love to drink yeast’s blood or is it really there poop? Whatever. Bottoms up!