A note of warning to all you young men and women out there: beware, when you're preparing pasta, that no matter how hungry you may be, the uncooked pasta is not the thing. It may be tempting, when you're stuffing the strands into the water, to maybe snack on one or two of the fallen bits, as you'd do with any other food; but the effect is really not the same, I'm afraid I have to report. Not quite as bad as raw rice, true, but not something I'd reccomend in any case. Although I recall liking raw spaghetti as a young lad. So there's no telling, I suppose. They made Leah work late this evening, so I didn't have any incentive to make dinner in a timely fashion. So I ate late. But well, once the pasta was cooked.
There has been some development on the buying-a-house front, and it has not been positive. The advantages of the place we looked at is it's very nice on the inside: beatiful even. The disadvantages which are now coming to light include somewhat less square-footage revealed on the actual plans than what was claimed in the advertising material, and a murkey (to say the least) condo association fee structure. Perhaps these issues will be resolved and we'll get to move into the condo of our dreams, or perhaps they will not and we will wait for a house of our dreams at a somewhat later date. In the meantime about a million people are coming to visit our house here, I'm told, although neither Leah nor I has yet to actually see one inside (I saw a set of them waiting at the curb in their Mercedes for the realtor to show up, but I hoofed it out of their site before I got too upset).