That's why I like eating out. Plus, NO DISHES!
I still need to convince Dave of this. He thinks it is cheaper to eat in. Of course the way he eats when he is alone, it is.
Mal ,'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
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That's why I like eating out. Plus, NO DISHES!
I still need to convince Dave of this. He thinks it is cheaper to eat in. Of course the way he eats when he is alone, it is.
He thinks it is cheaper to eat in. Of course the way he eats when he is alone, it is
Mac & cheese, out of a pan, over the sink?
In front of the tv, I'll have you know.
And, most of the time, it's got at least peas...you weren't talking about me, were you...nevermind.
No usually pasta with what I grudgingly call tomato sauce or just olive oil. He can cook, but he usually doesn't. He doesn't like processed food and he doesn't own a television set.
Happy birthday to marvelous, generous, delicious Ginger!!!!!
I am incredibly, incredibly sleepy, and will be in bed VERY soon.
(Aimée)
And, late though I am, I feel a need to throw in a "Gershwin Girl totally likes carrots." Though, to the best of my knowledge, she does not like macaroni and cheese with peas. Which is evidence that she is wrong like a wrong wrong.
Peas. Mostly ew.
Gershwin Girl? Have we officially given a name to your sweetie? I love it.
But they make me feel better about eating the mac and cheese. Like I'm getting at least some nutritional benefit.
Many happy returns of the day, Ginger.
{{{Aimée}}}
I am home. Pete, because he is bonkers, has gone to his regular Tuesday night D&D game. *I*, however, am going to spend the evening reassuring the cats that I do love them, and unpacking.