We’ve put off Christmas with Snuffy’s family until today. The trials of buying a house, Las Vegas, two terrible colds, and furnishing the house was enough to push gift exchange and overeating off of our docket. Yesterday, Snuffy buffed and polished surfaces while I tried to stay out of his way.

So, as I lay in bed and I hear the coffee percolating (yeah, stole the drip/filter coffee maker from mom and dad) I shouted to Snuff, “What’s for breakfast”. Seeing a fleeing shadow holding a cup of coffee descend the staircase to the basement, I believe I heard “Nothing, I cleaned the stove and I don’t want to mess it up.” My boyfriend, with all of his non-Virgo traits, has to be neat and organized.  I hope our guests appreciate all of his cleaning.

I whipped up a fish taco with the things that we had in the fridge, begrudgingly using the microwave. If it weren’t so friggin cold out here, I’d build myself a dirty kitchen in the back yard.