I prepared spaghetti sauce while he boiled the pasta. I really didn't do much except open the jar of sauce, pour it in, and add some sugar--yes, I remembered to do that this time. The night before, he made chicken while I boiled the rice and fried an egg for myself. I burnt myself on one of the pots. Apparently this makes me look like a better housewife, regardless of the fact that we are not married and I have no intention of becoming one when we are. (Unless we become filthy rich and won't need to lift a finger for the rest of our lives.) I also watched 'Silence of the Lambs' for the first time the other night. It gave me nightmares. It made me wake up at 3 am in a cold sweat. I like doing dishes. Do you? I think it's because I'm not much help in the kitchen, so washing up makes me feel useful. --------------------------------------------- My granddad is not the man I once knew. I never imagined that he would stop talking, lose his memory...He is like a lost little boy. It is sooo depressing. I watched my grandmother feed him; thought about how she does everything else for him, too, now. The phrase "Being together until we're both old and gray" has a whole new meaning to me. --------------------------------------------- Let's get married.