We let Skylar sleep in and when she finally woke up, U.B. (as she has started calling him) made her eggs and asparagus. Plate-fulls of asparagus. I couldn't resist taking a few pictures of the pure joy they shared.
We got the car packed up, and as Bill's ocd kicked in and he started cleaning his door, he put his window down. That wouldn't be out of the ordinary if someone hadn't broken into his car two years ago. Ever since then his window controls have been slowly failing. The door lock has broken too. And it squeaks like it's about to fall off its hinges.
Today, the window wouldn't go back up. No matter what he did, it wasn't happening. So we switched cars and were on our slightly less than merry way.
We made dinner when we got to mom and dad's. Rollatini. That's rolled pasta, filled with spinach, ricotta, and prosciutto. It makes two rolls, so one was covered in marinara and the other in alfredo. I made more of "the bread" too and we had salads. It was delicious and even though "the bread" started smoking, it was the "flavor". Everyone enjoyed it and there are no leftovers.
Alisha is on her way, so that I can french braid her hair for the triathlon tomorrow.
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