Well, “should” I? Or “should” I be here in my chair with my eager fingers tapping symbols made of black plastic staring at a glowing light? (I wish I could be staring at another glowing light…one that is very bright and firey and hot…but, alas. I am not. Cloud Cover, you are not my friend today….)
I often seem to want to buy zucchini (which, by the way, I happen to LOVE). I add more than I’m supposed to when I make stir fry, eat all of it off my husband’s plate when he orders mixed vegetables with his meal on our date nights, and double the amount I put in my minestrone soup recipe.
Speaking of minestrone, we are having some for dinner. Want to come visit us? I could use the distraction of your conversation, and your smile, and the doting you would do over my soup.
(It is a really good recipe.)
But my kiddos still have coughs, so you might not want to come visit after all.
We will miss your company.
And, besides, I need to say goodbye now, anyway. I need to get chopping on that zucchini.