Does it get any more college student than this?
And to put the icing on this delectable cake, Teya ate her noodles on the floor in the corner next to her bed (which is also on the floor in the same room as the "living" and the kitchen), and Phil ate his next to me on our little three-man settee.
Ah!... but they're so yummy.
*Note: I'll be a good wife-y and make up for it tonight at dinner by making grilled fish, steamed broccoli, and brown rice.
I mean, who doesn't have some sort of childhood memory of these simple tasty fun-to-eat noodles? Jessie, how many times a week would you say we made these as an after-school snack in Jr. High? As a loving doting mother I can't go depriving Teya of these same important memories. I crave these being pregs because there's nothing too smelly or potent in them so they can really settle a rottenstomach.
Thousand bucks says she's pretending those are worms right now and she's a little birdie.
(I wish so bad this picture had turned out clear! The camera batteries are waning and some indoor shots take a couple takes to turn out but she moved right after this moment. But the idea is there.)