Confessions
14 Aug
Me: “There’s something I need to tell you.”
Z: “You… made out with someone in India?”
Me: “No.. worse..”
Z: “You… had an affair?”
Me: “No… it’s worse than that…”
(bated breath)
Me: “iwatchedRATATOUILLEwithoutwaitingforyoutocometobangkokiknowisaidiwouldbuti…”
Z: “HOW COULD YOU?? COULDN’T YOU HAVE SOME SELF CONTROL? YOU PROMISED.”
Food, and the pursuit thereof, is a huge part of my relationship; I think we spend close to 80% of our time either eating, talking about food, or discussing where and what to eat next, so “Ratatouille”:http://disney.go.com/disneypictures/ratatouille/ was supposed to be our movie. (Somewhere along the line I learned (1) I become very depressed if I spend too much time with people who don’t love food (2) all my best relationships have been with people who love food as much as I do, and all the worst ones with those who don’t love food. Coincidence? I think not!)
So we had to watch “it”:http://disney.go.com/disneypictures/ratatouille/ again.
I absolutely adored it, every morsel of it.
