Saturday, December 23, 2006

Macaroni convention

We were upstairs changing the sheets on our bed this morning when Scott said, "Oh, by the way, there's a macaroni convention downstairs."

"Macaroni convention," I said.


I thought about this. Apparently I got a semi-disgusted look on my face. "Do you want to explain yourself further?"

"Actually, I'm being quite literal. Beth got into one of the kitchen cupboards."

So I went downstairs and, indeed, there were three (still closed, thank goodness) containers of pasta sitting next to each other in the living room — looking for all the world like three people conversing at a convention. All they needed were name tags: "Hi! I'm Fettuccine."

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

"Hi, I'm Fettucini, and I'm an Alfredo addict." :) So nice of Beth to help them out. They need the support of the others to kick their habit, and to ease the withdrawl. Them in their lonely boxes in the dark cupboard.