Friday, December 30, 2011

A Sneak Peek in My Psyche

When I drain pasta I pretend I am at a sauna.

An expensive one.

I have been having this fantasy for as long as I can remember. Even before kids.

I have been in a sauna and it is not nearly as fun as draining pasta- so I guess I am the lucky one (at least on an Italian night.)


Aaaaaahhhhhhh

3 comments:

Grandma Honey said...

While you are thinking of saunas whenever you drain pasta, you know what I think of? Growing up we lived directly across from the Emlers. Terri would often watch our house from her kitchen window. One day when my mom was making spaghetti Terri called and said, "What's going on over there? Your windows are all fogged up."

Jasmine said...

Carly you are so freaking funny. Thats all I have to say.

Amy Hamill said...

Hahahahahahaha!!! I just pretend it's a facial haha