As I sit here typing this blog post Will is in the kitchen making dinner.  On purpose.  Voluntarily.  My arms, they are bruised from the pinching.

When he got home from school and found out that we were going to have the apartment to ourselves for a while (certain someone is over at a friend’s house doing laundry) he looked at me, eyes wide and excited, and said “Bed Bath and Beyond!”

Lest you think that is some kind of weird Will and Erin code for “drop those pants” Will was honestly getting excited over a trip to Bed Bath and Beyond.  For the last few days we have both just been craving hamburgers (the fact that our cravings are starting to happen in tandem is just a wee bit alarming) and Will? makes the. best. burgers. Yum. Apparently he’s been dying to buy one of those hamburger patty presses and decided that only Bed Bath and Beyond had them.  So off we went!  Not quite as “va va voom” as you hoped, eh?

One hambuger patty press, one french fry cutter outter, one vegetable slicer, one mortar and pestle later we ran screaming from the BB&B sales guy who kept showing us really neat and expensive kitchen gadgets that we didn’t know existed but had to have after seeing them.  (For the record we’d been thinking about buying each thing we ended up buying for a long time but this sales guy? He really was Bobo The Persuasive Fraggle).  From there we went to WinCo for the burgers, fries and salad fixings and now we are home.  The first season of Scrubs is in the DVD player, Will is in the kitchen cooking (giggling “newwwwwwwwww tooooooooooooooyyyyyyyyyyyyys!” every once in a while) and I am sitting on my arse and blogging from the couch.  That contented sigh you just heard? It was totally from me.