If you had told me in 2004 that in 6 short years I would be married to a banker from Connecticut who spends his weekends playing golf in shorts with whales embroidered on them I would spit in your face. Mention that Sunday dinner would be spaghetti and (turkey) meatballs and I just might have set you on fire. Life is funny, no?
This was dinner on Sunday night. Adapted from here.
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Yum...that looks so good!
YUM!
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