Our first year of our marriage it was Spaghetti, Spaghetti and more Spaghetti. I think she was making the sauce by the gallon and the butcher who sold her the hamburger stills asks about her. The year was 1957 and my work lunch was Peanut Butter and Jelly and a thermos of whole milk...
Whew, good thing he asked for loggers instead of retired folks.
S.T. gained three spots?? So thats where they went.
We’re here long enough for dinner then its back to the high-desert. Good thing she gets paid for mileage.
Don’t eat much spaghetti either. ;)