Thursday, May 18, 2006


So my dear husband, Matt, came home from his year in Iraq last Saturday night.

Now, we're figuring out how to live together again. On Monday night, he cooked dinner, which mainly consisted of trying to cobble the strange things I've accumulated in the freezer into a meal. What he thought was vegetable soup was black-eyed peas, but I figure that they must be good luck at reunions if they're good luck on New Year's...

Freezers change a bunch in a year.

1 comment:

Marian said...

re-adjustment is a little tricky. :) I'd say the black-eyed peas are DEFINATELY a good sign. :)