

Wow. Everything was so yummy. It's amazing that I didn't go home with a jar of fig preserves and some peppadews. ....probably just because we weren't going home. We were headed over to Snohomish, to see if we could help with any of the moving craziness. (Two of my siblings got the keys to their new houses last week!)
I love going places with Tony. I love having someone (adult) to talk to in the car. I love fighting over the stereo. He turns off my Italian. I turn off his talk radio. I brought a ton of hand-sewing with me and finished it all on the way there. Luxury.
We didn't end up being especially helpful (so full of good intentions), but pulled a few weeds...peeled a little wallpaper (Tony was reminded of his passionate hatred of wallpaper)...ate a little pizza. It was lovely to see everyone. I hope my loved ones haven't all transformed into balls of stress. Becky, if no one helps on Monday, I can come over on Tuesday. I'll bring my indentured servants as well - Anthony is actually a pretty mean bathroom cleaner.