Still no updated pictures.
Still no more interviews.
Still... well, you get the point. Not much has changed. Except for one thing...
You see, today was a big cleaning day in the house. As such, I volunteered to make lunch for mom and Kirstin. (Note: Tim began his summer class today and wasn't home. I didn't leave him out of lunch.) Thanks to the influence of my [former] roommate, I appeared quite creative to those I was feeding. I made pizza sandwiches. Of course, this was only after learning that mom had a sandwich maker. It was a wonderful time. Not only was lunch delicious and filling (and warm on a cold cold day-boo), but at the end of the story I inherited mom's sandwich maker. That is correct, I am now the proud owner of another small kitchen appliance for a kitchen that I do not have. Go figure.
For now my sandwich maker is sitting in a cardboard box in the living room next to Fred (my clown fish tea kettle- remember?). Although the sandwich maker may be feeling dejected at not having a name, he doesn't have a face and therefore I'm rather certain I won't be able to discern any emotion or foster any sort of relationship with him. He may, however, take comfort in knowing that whenever I see him or use him I will be lovingly reminded of my roommate. That is, of course, far better than having one's own name.
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