I broke my toe, I am sure of it. I am going to be deformed for the rest of my life. The phone rang, I went running for it, I kicked the blasted chair, and then my toe swelled up to 85 times it's normal size. I can't walk.
I can't exercise!!!!!!! O, that is a shame.
Kara's son spent the night this weekend, and I took him home last night. Kara and Soubanh invited me to stay for dinner. Their home life is so very blog-worthy.
Kara reigns from the kitchen table with a glass of wine.
Soubanh was busy in the kitchen preparing a feast. Then he ran to the laundry room to throw a load in, then he zipped in to take care of a problem with the kids before coming back out to finish the feast.
Kara, languidly reclined at the table said..." I need a paper towel." To no one in particular. Soubanh brought her the whole roll.
I said, "She is so mean to you! If you get tried of her, I'll marry you."
And he brought me dinner.
I told Kara, "He cooks, cleans, parents, and serves you....plus you're skinny. I can't be your friend."
She said, "Sure you can. Who else would put up with you?"
2 comments:
Ooh - this sounds positively perfect!
Kara - sounds like you've got it goin' on... good for you girl!
Asia will make me a fried egg sandwich every once in a while if I'm starving to death.
Free food covers a multitude of sins.....
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