A bad day, a break-up, a breakout, money woes, stress at work or home, for little celebrations, big celebrations, or no event at all…
Pasta—of any kind—will set the world right again. That’s why I eat it several times a week!
On a different topic, the hizzard and I just finished the last of our Lamaze classes, or “Le Mans” class as he always calls it (he must think we’re preparing for a French motor race).
I loved, loved, loved this class! For two and a half hours every week, we watched scary videos and sprawled out on the floor with pillows while learning to take deep breaths. My husband was forced to stare at me for minutes on end, massage my body, listen to my breathing, and do anything and everything he could to bring my comfort to epic heights.
It was dote-on-your-pregnant-paramour time, and I devoured every second of it.