I've got a meeting at 8:00 this morning that's likely to go several hours, so today's journal entry is:

"There were several things I thought for sure you were going to mention in your journal entry today that you didn't," Matt said yesterday.

"Like what?"

Penny's top teeth have finally cut! Well, one of them has, anyway. She wouldn't let me look for long enough to check the second. But really. It's about time.

Tuesday night. Penny'd gone to bed. I decided I wanted a snack and went into the kitchen. I realized, as I open the fridge door, that we'd forgotten to make bottles and lunches. So I started in on it.

I was almost done when Matt came into the kitchen for his own snack. He stopped dead.

"You made lunches?"

"Yep."

"I guess that was the mustard bottle I heard, then."

"Probably." The mustard bottle has a slightly clogged top, so it sputters and requires lots of shaking.

"For some reason, I thought you were squeezing the bottle of chocolate sauce. I thought, If that's what she wants, who am I to nag her about the diet?"

I almost fell over laughing. And then seriously considered a dive for the chocolate sauce.

I can't remember what the third thing was. Alas. I guess it shall go forever unlogged. Unless Matt remembers and decides to blog it.

--Liz