SMOKIN' PASTA!

hudson is getting all kinds of extra lovin' today, staying home from school with a bad cough.

not only does he get to skip out on friday pizza at school (apparently it's not so tasty) but he gets to have his favorite meal: buttered noodles.

good thing i have this wonderful kitchen to cook in. between the noodles & the cereal, i'm not sure how i would be surviving in my tiny old kitchen.

so i'm getting the water ready to boil and the question is submitted:

'mom, why don't you ever buy us cigarette pasta?'

whaaaaaaat?

'look, they have ties and cigarettes and tires. why do i have to have the twisty kind?'