My friends aren’t fickle

But we do love us some Fickle Pickle, a quaint little restaurant nearby.  When Staci found out that the kids are visiting their grandparents in Florida for the week, she said that she and Amanda were going to try to do lunch today.  Was I interested?  Of course!  By the time I got there, Mandi had torn herself away from work to join us.  The best part, other than hanging with my sisterchicks, was the homemade potato chips with homemade ketchup!  Mmm.  What was the worst part?  As Mandi says here, no one took any pictures!