posting...

so, they posted a day late. but still, they posted.

i was thinking about stuff last night (as i tend to do) and i realized (once again) that i'm disgustingly lucky to have such awesome friends. i would list them here, but some of you might get embarassed if i list you, or if i don't list you because i think you'll be embarassed you may think i forgot about you and get all upset with me. so - hey guys (and girls!), i love you and i think you are amazing and brilliant and each so unique and interesting. and if i were a different kind of person who did such things, i would learn from you in some way - but i'm not! so i'll continue to be loud and obnoxious and neurotic and scandalous (ha-ha nomers!). i love that word. sssssscandalous!

ok, off to make more lasagna. i wonder - some couples have a song, and when they hear it they think of each other. what if you have a food? do you have to think of each other when you eat it? when you say the word? when you see marinara sauce in the grocery store? and who mandated rules about when couples have to think about each other? can't it just be always?