I was actually going to give you a panna cotta update tonight, but instead Wonk the Plank realized that we could watch the entire Silence of the Lambs via YouTube and, well, you can figure out the rest.
So I’ve got nothing. Nothing. Except some notes. Domestic notes.
Wonk and I are fans of notes. It all started with an elaborate treasure hunt he made for me when we were first dating, which involved a series of notes with clues that took me way too long to figure out. That treasure hunt is one of my fondest memories. I think I still have those notes in a box somewhere.
We still employ notes, but for more mundane matters – I leave him notes telling him where the dinner is if I’m out for the night, and he leaves me notes alerting me to the existence of snacks in the fridge.
The other week I woke up to the following series of notes. Wonk had left before me and, I suppose, was afraid I wouldn’t find my lunch. Yes, I didn’t really need a Plank to tell me where my lunch was. But is there really a better thing to wake up to? I don’t think there is.
The first of the notes. The satsuma oranges are the first part of the lunch components.
This one was right between the table and the fridge.
This one was on the kitchen floor, pointing the way to leftovers in the fridge.
In case you’re wondering, I found the lunch.