this evening - after stopping to pick up that pesky stick of butter - randall and i whipped up a vat of tomato orange soup. we didn't strain it through cheesecloth, so it looks a bit chunky (after seeing the picture, randall says it looks like baby food, or maybe he said baby barf?), but let me tell you it was downright delicious. don't let the orange scare you either, it's a really nice touch. oh and there weren't any soda crackers involved, that's actually a lyric from a song i used to love in college.
ps. my camera came back all clean, so naturally the first thing i did was pick it up with soup hands. go team.
pps. i have to wait two weeks for a new lost?! whaat?
when we left scottel's house, randall was behind the wheel, but a little while later i took over. i didn't get a chance to take a picture in the car (it was raining pretty hard, i was driving, and randall was sleeping and couldn't play photo assistant), so i figured that i'd give you an awesome recreation. this face was the one i had when i was being blinded by the wall of rain and fog and forgot that i had sunglasses at arms reach. also i was pretty sleepy. see the whole