Archive for August 9th, 2008

Made a huge pasta salad for my friends today. Tonight, I asked him to carry it to the fridge downstairs. I always go down with him as one time my pasta salad reposed in the freezer over night!

“No problem.” Off to the master bedroom he went, his stride purposeful. You know, it’s tough to catch him and lead him to the fridge. Darn, I hate you Alzheimer’s. If it weren’t so sad, it would be humorous.