After a wonderful and quite yummy homemade spaghetti and meat sauce dinner, Squidley and I are two fat cats and aren't good for much else for the rest of the evening. While the sauce simmered, Squidley made a quick run to the exchange. Then he called me when he was seven minutes from home, exactly the time I was to drop the pasta into the pot of boiling water. When he got back, the meal was put on dishes, and we sat down to perfect pasta.
Oh, and one little thing. I almost never sit down to a spaghetti dinner without thinking of that infamous "Lady and the Tramp" scene.
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