Chinese Food

Joe and I were just having a discussion about one of his favorite Chinese restaurants that went something like this:

J: "That place is so delicious."

A: "That place is gross. The meat is shady...call me crazy, but I'm not a fan of chewing on pieces of neck, gristle, and giant chunks of unknown fat."

J: "Whatever. You wouldn't know good Chinese food if it hit you in the face with a rat."

A Dose of Cheerful

If you read this blog, you might know that my blogger friend, Charlotte, drove up to Seattle with the sole intention of us meeting after years of mutual blog stalking and commenting. Nothing puts a spring in your step like someone who wants to be your friend even before they meet you.

Charlotte and Asher were absolutely delightful.  Charlotte is an easy and pleasant conversationalist. It was so nice to have girl talk with someone who enjoys Harry Potter, marriage, family, great writing, good TV, stretchy pants, and being a home body just as much as I do—kindred spirits indeed. She was incredibly gracious and kind, and cheered me up considerably. And Asher smiles and peeps every time you even glance at him--it's hard to not love a baby like Asher.

Staying in and chatting for an evening and then taking a stroll around the market (while eating treats of course) with a friend like Charlotte was just what January ordered to help beat the blues.