>so I am laying on the couch, and Dave is in the kitchen and I smell him cooking some food, you know dinner or whatever, so anyway. I hear this big crash and things falling...and I run in, you know, to see whats going on. And theres a spaghetti all over, I mean all over the floor. And I'm just thinking "oh come on" like, anyway. So Dave is looking at it and he just walks away into the room full of papers I'm not allowed to go into, and he's in there all night. I mean okay, whatever but the spaghetti is still just laying there. So, anyway I took a few bites...it was good, it was good. I just didn't want to eat to much, you know and upset my stomach.
