it's true. i just broke in half the dry thin spaghetti pasta before putting it in the pot! i am a quarter italian, i should know better. i guess i am too used to cooking for the kids. they need their noodles shorter. i could slap myself for breaking that pasta!
these are two of my favorite poems ever, and i know i must have posted them in here long ago. but i have to do it again since they are stuck in my head.
Expect NothingExpect nothing. Live frugally
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PAIN--it still exists. i'll get my codeine prescription filled today. the pain is different now that i'm in the healing process. instead of the all-over/everything-hurts/i'm-gonna-die pain, i am now experiencing the hurts-when-i-sit/hurts-when-i-take-a-step/who's-sticking-a-knife-in-me pain. but it will pass
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