lunch without tears...

haha. Yes; we've all been there. But, isn't it
awesome when you reach that stage that you can
enjoy whatever you want without it mattering. On the
contrary, the faux pas  laughter is therapeutic.

oh well we've been together for
so long now I can get away with
eating soup with my eyes shut -

try it, I dare you..!

haha. We haven't reached that stage yet, but we're on our way.

it's okay eventually you will have the spaghetti and you will slurp, sip and spill and she will still love you :)

I've Only Got Eyes For You...


and a little sauce
upon the chin
denotes where
one is actually
lookin'....:)

Don't have lasagna, it's boring, it's like driving an automatic. . .eating spaghetti, however is an art often mistaken for a mess. . .xo, Devlin.

spaghetti is music -
the string section..:)

Safer.....i guess
Without making the mess.....

But.....daring to be one's self......in spite of the risks....now that's where the real challenge exists....and, sometimes the most enjoyment!

( And i'm  quite certain she would find you just as "charming" with a bit of sauce on chin...and shirt....and in your lap...etc.....  O n l y   kidding, mo Chara! Undoubtedly your skill in spaghetti consumption is exemplary!  ;)  )

I attack it with gusto..!

mind you, it does tend
to fight back..:)