Bad moods. We walked to Metro market but nothing looked appealing, so we turned around and walked home. Instead I scrounged up what I could and made some ramen. I believe the husband had chocolate ice cream.

Oh, the ramen noodles. Half a packet of seasoning; frozen dumplings; leftover veggies from an earlier night and an egg, swirled into the mix at the last minute. That’s my secret ramen noodle recipe, by the way. The one I said I would offer you so many weeks ago.

Take note of the birthday card sitting on the kitchen table. I love those little puppies. I gave this card to the husband this summer. Sometimes I am the puppy on the left, with his tongue hanging out. Sometimes I am the puppy on the right, grimacing through the photo shoot of life. Last night, I was the grimacer.