Our friend Alex is from Russia. He loves to make fun of our silly American customs and we also tease him mercilessly. That man has never met a condiment he didn’t like. Seriously, if he puts less than 5 condiments on an item it’s a shock. Anyway, last night he came over for dinner. After dinner Alex continued to forage around in the fridge, he found a jar of pickles. Did I mention that his stomach is also a bottomless pit? Sorry, I got sidetracked…so he’s eating the pickles and he’s moaning on and on about how glorious they are. Neither the Fiance nor I actually liked the pickles so we told him to take the jar home with him so they wouldn’t be wasted. Alex felt the jar itself was too much of a problem to carry home so he insisted on putting the pickles, juice n all into a ziploc bag. He then put the bag of pickles in his coat pocket and merrily went on his way. The Fiance and I just looked at each other and giggled. Alex is quite the character.
In other news, we went to a petstore tonight to see the shelter kitties. Unfortunately we didn’t find the little girl of our dreams. Still on the hunt. She’s out there somewhere. Which brings me to the film Coraline. We FINALLY saw it tonight. Of course now the Fiance is fixated on naming the kitty Coraline. Too many syllables for a kitty says me!