Last night the boy.....

....was kind enough to cook supper for me while I lay on the couch watching a 2-hour episode of The Bachelor. (Yes, my life is usually that exciting.) Anyways, he was trying to talk on the phone while pouring the pasta into the boiling water (he's very domestic you see) and instead he poured pasta shells all over the kitchen floor. As he swept as the noodles into a dustpan and held it out for me to see, I examined the assortment of shells and tufts of dog hair. Then he asked me if I still wanted pasta.