She decided that Bella and I should be kitchen staff...hmm. Well, I guess there are worse ideas. Actually, Bella and I work very well in the kitchen together.
As the orders came in, Bella and I busied ourselves and filled the plates. Emma flirted with the customers a while and then came in to pick up their food and returned for drinks. Everything all at once became a true picture of what a real restaurant's kitchen must look like.
We then fixed our own plates and by the time we were done, the dirty dishes were being brought back. I put in my resignation to be effective immediately. Surprisingly, no one showed up for dish duty...until my sweet husband/busboy walked in, took one look, rolled up his sleeves, and went to work.
Life is good and I am greatly blessed. Yes, that's it!