I don’t make fancy dinners. In fact, we order in more than we probably should. But tonight I was just in the mood for some noodles. Seems simple enough. We have pasta. It’s sitting right on the counter.
Minor problem. No pot. They’re all packed in boxes taped shut.
So I improvised.
Pasta plus random cheese in our fridge drawer = highly mediocre mac & cheese.
It was edible but barely. Next time I’ll just go for buttered noodles.
Count down to the move? T-minus 2 days.
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LMAO you are so funny. And, very clever. I would hae given up and ordered in for sure. HOpe all is going well.
Moving is just like camping. Except that at the end of the day you sleep in a bed instead of on some rocks. Either way, it’s quite comfy.. if you position the rocks just right. Love you!
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