Yesterday marked my one-year anniversary of Vermont residency. To celebrate, Number Ten and I ate some Brussels sprouts and pistachio ice cream.
Like, mixed together*. It was gross.
Tonight I meet Ten's parents. Fortunately, I have a ready list of conversation topics, including politics, religion, the death penalty, euthanasia, ear mites, sweatshops, irritable bowel syndrome, and the Teletubbies. Number Ten seems nervous, but I can't understand why.
*Mom, I'm kidding.