Oh, I just can't help posting this picture.... I know it is wrong, but what the heck.

I love my husband. He is great in so many ways and we have a nice little life going on. Of course, nothing is perfect, and last night's supper was just a good example of this. Wednesdays is just the craziest day in our life. We generally just pass each other at the door, me as I'm returning from class and training, and him, as he is departing for his night of soccer and fun with the boys. He was thoughtful enough to have prepared some food for me. I was ravenous.

I think he intended to make some sort of tortellini soup, but discovered all we had was gnochi. I just could not stop laughing when I saw this in the pot. He was already out the door, so there were no hurt feelings. Even the kids have started referring to his meals as prison food.... but he makes me a mean latte in the mornings, so I think I'll keep him around.

One of my favourite authors passed away yesterday. His name was Kurt Vonnegut Jr. and he was 84. Do yourself a favour and read some of his books.