November 30, 2009

On sketti mountain

It is snowing.

Our landlady (she lives downstairs) told Greg a little while ago that she knows he likes to cook because one evening she heard me come into the apartment and say "Becky's home! What's for dinner?!"

Now that's my favorite thing to yell when I come home.

Tonight the answer was "spaghetti." (And yes I did eat it at my desk.)

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