Writing Wrongs

May 23, 2005

Pretty amazing, huh? And here�s the proof:

Andrew did make most of the dinner himself, the menu a true culinary delight of spaghetti with sauce from a jar and canned peas. That�s Kyra in the corner, watching, immensely proud of her big brother. The only thing he didn�t do was drain the spaghetti. (And aren�t you totally digging our circa 1980s wallpaper in the background?)

He really wants to learn how to cook, so I figure we should take advantage of that while it lasts. At the very least, he�ll have some rudimentary survival skills when he heads off to college. Now if I can only convince him that doing laundry is cool. Kyra likes laundry, but then she�s a mini-clothes horse. Or does that make her a clothes pony? She sits on the bed, picks up something of hers, and exclaims, �Oh! Nice.� And then �folds� it, �fold� being extremely relative.

Thanks to a lunch meeting, there was no Friday fortune last Friday. Thanks to ceaseless rain, I haven�t felt like updating, or writing, or doing much of anything. At some point it�s got to stop, right? It was a gorgeous morning, then look: The. Clouds. Rolled. In.

We have rain. We have spaghetti. We have folded laundry. And that�s about it. How sad is that?

Charity Tahmaseb wrote at 11:20 a.m.

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