• Mood: giggly
• Music: [TV] Postcards From Buster

Any dish can be improved with the addition of garlic, chocolate chips or Harry Connick, Jr..

It's been a rough month for our private life with recent health issues, but lunch today drove home that things are getting better. Laurel's crayoned rendition of the sun and moon on our table had Vogon singing "Heavenly" and got that stuck in my head, so we listened to the odd-numbered tracks on We Are In Love on the drive home (it's the best way to listen to that album).

My favorite LJ aunt, clemidia, will appreciate that I thought the house Chianti tasted like communion wine and told Vogon that after he convinced me to try a sip of it... and Laurel's observation that the foaming hand soap in the ladies' room _farts_ into your hand.