Tom and Food

Yesterday my sister left after being around for 1 week. I always hate saying good-bye. Our family always stands outside and waves untill the person leaving can't be seen any longer. I think that it's a neat tradition, but it always makes me cry.

Tom just left for work. Usually he doesn't eat any breakfast, but this morning he shocked me to silence when he accepted my offer for two eggs, OJ, and toast. He told me that he won't be hungry when he gets home, but I'll bet old habits die hard!

Last night after Tom had been sleeping for a while, he leaned right up to my face (like he was seeing if my eyes were open) and begin to talk unintelligibly. When I asked him to sit up he began talking, with as much emotion as he could while still being asleep, about the j-box and the wires. I asked him what about the j-box and he answered he just wanted to make sure they were wired right. LOL!

Last night Tom made dinner for us once again. (I think that I've only cooked once since we got married! I can't complain!) When he was dishing out the stuffing, I don't know what happened, but the pan and stuffing went flying off the stove and needless to say we had stuffing everywhere. Tom of course was frazzled, but I just stood there and laughed. The more I laughed, the more frazzled Tom got. He just kept asking how to clean it up. The more he asked, the more I laughed. The circle just went round and round, till I could quit laughing.