The Spouse has been in the hospital, lo these many days. But fret not! He is due to be sprung later today. In fact, as soon as I post this, I'm going over to the hospital to hang out with him. For. The. Last. Time.
And Yay! for the Interwebz, which is how I met Fellow-Blogger-in-Mockba-Girlfriend. The other day Fellow-Blogger-in-Mockba-Girlfriend told me she was cookin' up a mess o' marinara sauce and would be sending some my way.
Today was the day.
She called me this morning to say she was going to have someone bring it over to me and was now alright?
Are you kidding me? Homemade spaghetti sauce delivered to my door? You betcha now is alright.
And, sure 'nuf, about 20 minutes later the Delivery Dude called to say he was out front, so I scampered down to the street to be handed the MOST HEAVIEST GROCERY BAG EVER.
There was, like, a GALLON of sauce in there.
I was thinking, "Gee, I'm down to a crust of Parmesan cheese . . . I'll have to duck into the grocery store on my way to pick up Skittles from school."
(As you may recall, while Baboo is Quarantined for Strep, Skittles is still forced to attend school. It's been like that scene in Madeline when all the little girls cry, "Boo! Hoo! WE want to have our appendix out, too!")
But I digress.
Do you know what Girlfriend did?
Girlfriend included a wedge of Parmesan cheese in the Care Package!
A GINORMOUS wedge.
Do you have any idea how expensive Parmesan is here?
Sauce, cheese, and even a bag o' pasta! Girlfriend is THE BEST!
This is not just dinner. This is love.
I will pay it forward. I promise.