We had chicken soup today, and I tend to boil up the bony bits and things like the heart, liver, and other internal organs to go in the soup. It’s the only way I can stand to eat things like chicken liver.
The entire time I’m chopping up the gizzards and whatnot, Tellulah was weaving herself in and out of my feet. This is what happens when she doesn’t eat for twenty four hours, the little whiner.
Fahim was late for lunch. He usually gets here between 12:40 and 12:45. One o’clock hit and he still wasn’t here. A few minutes later, I SMS him and get no response, but ten minutes later, he comes home. And tells me that he was busy and forgot all about lunch. If I hadn’t SMSed him, he probably would have forgotten about it entirely. Glad to know I’m good for something. 🙂
