"Kids, You're Mom Broke Her Coccyx"

one thing i love about living 

in a flat..

looking into the lives of the 

other people around us.

i love to see how they live.

the girl to one side of us

just had her baby.

as we were watching that little

baby for a moment

(ok..we're trying not to be TOO creepish)

steve and i talked about how sad it is 

that there will be no more babies for us.

so let me explain this.

saturday night we were invited to

a parent meet/greet kind of thing

for Hannah's 9th grade class.

we went to one recently for stephen's 

senior class and next weekend

we have one for will's 5th grade.

they've been so fun

and we've met so many interesting

people.

so saturday afternoon

i take myself shopping for 

something to wear.

the invite says 

"chili and beer"

so i'm assuming it's 

casual..

but you never know in paris.

i wore jeans, a silk blouse

and some new kickin' boots.

:)

ok..so the heel on the boots are a bit high..

for my standards..

certainly not paris' standards.

well, on the walk home

i fall.

 hard on my butt.

two days later..

i can't walk,

sit,

or get up from sitting.

and for two days i've heard..

in uncle ricco style..

"kids, your mom broke her coccyx."

funny.

we were craving some spaghetti and meatballs

recently and i love ina's recipe.

after figuring out how to ask for 

1 lb of ground beef

1/2 lb ground pork

1/2 lb ground veal

(love my google translate app)

i watched the butcher cut each piece of meat

and grind it.

now, i'm not really a meat eater.

but those meatballs were pretty darn

good.

i have to get up now.

my coccyx is killing me.