March 21, 2007
My husband seems to have bought a car yesterday. From what I can tell from my library window, which overlooks Belmont, it appears to be a silver WRX wagon. Doting wife that I am, I haven’t actually gone outside to look at it. But it seems like a perfectly reasonable car.
He continues to do adorable things (the husband, that is) like boiling a single potato in a small saucepan. I don’t know why boiling a single, remarkably round Yukon Gold in a little pot by itself seems so cute, but it does.