Oh my God I am dying for some pasta. Noodles with lots of butter and Parmesan cheese. I made spaghetti last night because I was kind of craving it but I let E throw out the leftovers because we never eat them and they end up decomposing in the back of the fridge until we’re out of Tupperware and are forced to either wash the ones we have or buy more. Usually buy more.  If there was anyone besides me at the office I would tell them I’m sick – sick with a need for noodles – and need to leave RIGHT NOW. I’m tempted to just leave a note that says “EMERGENCY: There is no pasta in this office. Be back tomorrow”.