Grilled tofu, squash, jasmine rice and edamame by Jacob

Guaca wuaca wuaca guacamole

Ten years ago Jacob's sister was the stage manager for a small theatre company in Newton, Massachusetts. With connections like these, two poor, overworked and starved for entertainment college students known as Lolly and Jac gobbled up plays, musicals and the odd revue. If the tickets weren't free, they were half-priced and if they weren't half-priced, the parents (the same ones who kept us in Birkenstocks and a tiney apartment close to campus) took us to see the latest creation. And we all wore our dressy Birks. Sometimes with socks.

There was one musical that stays with me; it rears it's rhinestone-emblazened cowboy hat every so often. You see, there was this particular song that went something like this, "Guaca wauca wauca guacamole!" Sure, there was more to it, but that's all that I remember in vivid, technicolor detail. There's a heel touch involved and hands placed on tilted hips. It's a lively, happy memory of a time that was simple, quaint, consisting of late mornings and cold cereal: COLLEGE. And the good kind, not the graduate school kind. Deep sighing and glassy eyes implied.

Today when I realized that the lovely person who ordered lunch for my office mates and I included a condiment free option for Mikey's anti-condiment palate but neglected to include a vegetarian option for me, my 21 year old self reared up and declared the GUACA WUACA WUACA WUACCAAAMOLE a perfectly acceptable lunch. Eaten with a fork. Lolly loved every bite.

daffodils? diamonds? nah...hand me the lobster bib, please

We put our vegetarian summer on hold last night and went to Shaw's Crab House for a delicious dinner. Madam Awesome (as I refer to the babysitter as) kept Matilda busy while Jacob and I indulged in cocktails, multiple appetizers, a dinner suited more for four adults, and the dessert sampler. It was all thanks to Andrea and Ross. Without whom we wouldn't have multiple advanced degrees, Birkenstocks, a supply of baby OshKoshB'Gosh overalls and L.L. Bean pajamas (Have you tried them? Cotton has never held up to baby diarrhea so well). Nor would we have stuffed our faces with Alaskan king crab, clam chowder, and buttery lobster tails on the eve of OUR TENTH WEDDING ANNIVERSARY. Yes, it's been ten years since a spider dropped down from the leaves of an old oak tree and forced Jacob to stop the Justice of the Peace's speech about love and fidelity to pinch the little sucker off my bare shoulder. And no, he did not hurt the spider.

Bliss, from minute one.