I picked up a copy of the Stranger today and what do I find but an article about my life. Fuck, at least I haven't eaten a can of concentrated orange juice in ~17 years. Makes you think none the less.
Michele has been offered and subsequently accepted the position of palliative medicine fellow at UW. This means we'll be staying in Seattle for one more year. One more year of mild climate, good food and friends.
Everything was neatly labeled and the alcohol was flowing freely, everything was just as it should be.
Best Thanksgiving meal ever. No doubt.
Bookmark this, write it down, commit it to memory, whatever the fuck you have to do, do it. These meatballs are insanely good and shouldn't be confined to just the interwebs.