Low key night tonight, starting with dinner, which was just mac and cheese and stewed tomatoes. Again. Got a bunch of tomatoes from the garden waiting to be devoured, so I see a tomato sandwich in my future.
I’m watching the Georgia v. Clemson game because mom is a Georgia grad and they are kind of my adopted team other than the Eers, and I was on the phone with mom talking about it, and I was petting Steve who was on my lap, and apparently I reached my belly pet limit and he bit me hard, and this happened:
Me: There is just something about the Clemson coach I don’t li… OUCH, DAMNIT TUNCH!
Mom: It’s not Tunch, Seth. Err J.G.
Both of us: Hysterical laughter….
I had to ask if this was ok to post, because she was really mad about my post last night because she knows who Miley Cyrus is and she thinks I made it sound like they are crazy old people. I mean, they are both crazy and old, but they aren’t crazy and old in THAT way. They’re both pretty with it.
And I’d be lying if I didn’t tell you the only reason I wrote this is because my dad made the best pasta fagioli the other day, but with a summer twist with a lot of zucchini and squash, and even though it was soup the squash and zucchini were both crisp and I inhaled it, burning my tongue in the process. So I asked him to make some more and I need to kiss a little ass here.