Just an observation: when I cook, Matt and I both say, "Mmm, not bad," or "Much improved!" When Matt cooks I want to lick the plate.
We invested in copper pots...they really make all the difference as the heat distributes evenly.
I am such a geek.
Our next house will not have an old, gross basement with crickets (yes, we have a growing cricket population...and of course I will not kill them), nor will we ever have shower doors. No matter how extravagant and lovely the doors, they get gross with time, and I'm tired of cleaning shower doors.
I knew it was love when, at Matt's old house, I first cleaned his shower. I took the drain cap off because it kept clogging, and found a large clump of brown permed hair, which I had to cut off with scissors (it had never been cleaned). As I held back the throw up, I thought, "I think I'm in love here..."
Now it's just baby poop and spit up.
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