This is Maggie's ancient, mostly dead (but still slightly alive!) blog. Peruse the archives at your own risk; they contain more than a little teenage nonsense.
Thursday, August 03, 2006
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* *lightbulb* *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.