Thursday, August 03, 2006

Interesting dinner

Last night we had a man from our church over for dinner for his birthday. We had spaghetti (Well, fine. You handle the dragon. I'll handle the spaghetti. I'll find that spaghetti. I'll whip their butt too. Tha's right. That spaghetti won't know which way they're goin'. I'm gonna take drastic spaghetti. Kick it to the curb. Don't mess with me. I'm the spaghetti master. I've mastered the spaghetti. I wish i had some spaghetti here, right here, right now. I'd step all over it. I conquered Spaghettiland!) and salad (boring ol' salad). Look at a bit of what happened:

Me: Pass the ranch dressing, please.
Mom: You know it's garlic?
Me: Yeah.
Nat: *passes the garlic ranch dressing*
Me: Thanks. *puts garlic ranch dressing on spaghetti*
*looks at spaghetti with spaghetti sauce, meatballs, and garlic ranch dressing*
*looks at salad with tomatos picked out and no dressing*
*looks around to see if anyone noticed*
*eats spaghetti anyway*

It tasted funny, but better swallow that than my pride.


  1. Maggie, you are so out of it!
    Could you come to my house with Matthew for a Fuzz Brain Convention?
    It would be great fun sitting around discussing things the way only fuzz brains know how.
    Unfortunately we would have to exclude Anna and Lillian because they are NOT fuzz brains. Maybe we could let them "sit in" on it.

  2. Eeeeeeew!!!!!!!! Gross!!!!!!!! Maggie!!!!!!!!! *I* would have noticed. Hmph

    btw: drkww