a spaghetti Friday
Monday was the great chicken experiment.
And this is his version of a love letter.
Friday called for spaghetti while watching a Hitler movie -- which we discovered after watching a series of airport brawl videos on YouTube.
The unexpected turn of events led to "our first spaghetti date"; that's what he said.
Life isn't always sunshiny but when we get to spend time together it's easier to look with joy at the minor details--sometimes I thrive on them:
A slice of chocolate cake, craftily iced with a chocolate weave...
Crumpled bills that make like a flower arrangement on the warm kitchen counter...
A sense of forthcoming rain, as I looked up and saw the fire tree in bloom as I made my way home.
It's almost the end of summer. How are you?
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