I make weird haroset, weird lemony carrot kugel, weird broccoli and garlic, and weird everything. The apartment is tiny, I don't have candlesticks (I have this crazed rather brilliant idea born of desperation that includes small flowerpots, potting soil, and maybe a few flowers... very Martha-Stewart-on-crack, and the damn thing better work), our table is too small, his parents are bringing their motherfucking dogs, and there's going to be a toddler, our apartment is a death trap, and no one is going to be here who's going to be on my side.
Danny doesn't count because he's in the middle.
Oh, and I have a test this morning at 8. And I can't sleep.
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