We had a little snow.
I got some pretty little roses after a bummer day.
I made dinners every night.
I learned four new words: quiet, healthy, not dangerous (there is no word for safe, haha), and good-bye (polite).
Ben begged me to find a new chore for him because he despises doing dishes. So I gave him the chore that haunted my childhood. I'm looking at you here, Mom! ; )
Chicken burgers with cucumbers, lettuce with some traditional Russian greek yogurt/sour cream stuff. Handmade by me :) recipe here.
I don't know if you've heard, but Mother Russia was hit by a meteorite this morning. I'm listening to The Breeders and The B-52's and expecting spooky things to happen...