Having lunch on Saturday with the Boy and the Girl.
BC: So. What would your last meal be?
Me: Excuse me?
BC: You know. Your last meal. If you were about to be put to death? What would your last meal be?
Me: Um...well, I guess I never really thought about it.
BC: Mine would be your Christmas lasagna, this ice cream, that bread from Fazzolis, because seriously mom I think they put crack in it, and pizza from I love NY.
GC: I think I would pick mom's Christmas lasagna too.
BC: Would you pick your Christmas lasagna mom?
Me: Well, probably not. I'd have to cook it and I don't think they allow that in prison.
BC: True. But mom? What do you have to do to get a last meal?
Me: You have to be on death row.
BC: Oh, just that?
Me: THIS IS NOT SOMETHING YOU WANT TO ATTAIN JUST FOR THE BREADSTICKS.
BC: Oh. Okay.
We eat in silence for a moment.
GC: Hey brother? Remember that guy that had an anvil in the back of his truck?
BC: Oh yeah! I was like, "Hey! Get to Blacksmithin'!"
Try not to be jealous of me. Seriously.