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Diner-style Grilled Cheese Sandwiches

This morning I had a dream about Justin, of Justin’s Unauthorized Autobiography. It was one of those guilt dreams where I was doing something I shouldn’t have been doing. I dreamed that Todd and I were in college together, and he’d gone somewhere for a week or so. Justin came in to my dorm room to talk to me about something and…ahem. Very strange.

Sunday night after Todd woke up feeling much better we decided to go to the grocery store to buy some cat food. I was still thinking about making cinnamon rolls so milk was on our list too. We were really surprised by the number of people at the store, on the way over we were predicting what the demographics would be — I was voting for people over sixty five who were alone and Todd was voting for people young single people — we were both wrong, and weirdly enough it seemed to be mostly women in their forties with twenty-somethingish daughters and no one over fifty at all. We saw this display for (I kid you not) something revolting called a “velveeta cheese loaf” but the picture in the display was of a diner-style grilled cheese sandwich which made us both totally crave (short pause while I throw a toy mouse for Habanero, he’s playing fetch with it — yesterday when Todd was cleaning up he found this whole evil looking graveyard of decapitated and disemboweled toy mice underneath the armoire which is in the living room) diner-style grilled cheese sandwiches. So along with the cat food we ended up buying chocolate chip cookies, blueberry muffins, milk, half and half, wonder bread and that weird entity called “Processed American Cheese” which I’m not even completely sure is made out of anything that’s technically edible but turns so yummy when it’s put between two slices of wonder bread and grilled.

We made grilled cheese sandwiches together and then sat down to watch a movie that had looked similar to “Go Fish” on the box at the video store but we only got through about three minutes of it before looking completely disgusted and turning the vcr off. Yuck. Suffice it to say that had we been able to watch the movie the sleaziness of the wonder bread and processed cheese would have gone perfectly with the movie’s ambiance.

Monday morning we spent some time on IRC with Damon and Sherlyn, had a really good time talking to them. (Hope you’re feeling better, Damon, and I loved the poem you wrote for Sherlyn!). Then we went into the kitchen where there were so many dirty dishes stacked so neatly on the counter that they looked like the Dirty Dishes Militia, about to take over the house. Todd offered to read Tales of the City to me if I’d do the dishes and I said sure, so we had a terrific time and drank a lot of coffee together and interrupted the book every five minutes to talk about what we thought of what was happening during that particular chapter.

When the dishes were done, we warmed up the blueberry muffins. We were going to have butter with them, but didn’t have any butter and had cream cheese instead. Yum! Todd read to me while I ate and ate his muffins between chapters. It was so lovely that we’ve decided to make it a December 25th tradition. I sat down and re-designed my index page (If you have trouble reading it with your web browser, let me know, okay? Thanks.) while Todd cleaned the rest of the house and rearranged the living room. Oh, I forgot to say that I’d finished painting the ex-green room and Todd walked in and said, “Wow, it looks great!” and laughed and said, “In fact, the colors are so pretty and cheerful and so much like a sophisticated nursery that I feel like we should have a baby.” Tee hee. Actually, on that note, we talked quite a bit about children this weekend. Some things just seem so scary that they’re insurmountable. Like keeping a child safe — my god, sometimes I think the only way to do that is to drive them to school and back from kindergarten to their senior year. We also talked about the kind of dog we’ll adopt when we own our own house, and agree that an older, large dog is the best way to go. Older dogs have such a small chance at shelters of getting a home, which is completely incomprehensible to me — they’re so gentle and sweet and loving.

Todd finished cleaning and rearranging around three in the afternoon and then made dinner, amazing garlic, guyere cheese, and potato dish which I don’t even know the name of. We ate until we were completely stuffed and then read for awhile, Sean called and Todd talked to him and then Todd fell asleep, I stayed up reading until about a quarter to midnight and slept beautifully.

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