Our Girl: This Once Had a Brilliant Title, But I Dorked It Up and Can't Remember What I Wrote

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Lefty Ruggiero: Anywhere you go, all around the world, all the best cooks are men.

See, this is the thing with my brother and me—a hyper-sense of competitiveness. we had a deal to write alternating posts. so last night, i set about writing my post. i love the solitude quote from marquez. i rub my hands briskly together and consult my ultimate magic 8ball: google— get my topic together, start the posting and for whatever reason, i view the blog. whaa? morgie is there, already posting away—working on sleeplessness for a topic.

man.

dude's gonna try to outpost me! i don't think so! so i furiously hack away at my topic—brilliantly linking several postings together and ending with a flourish. woo! check the clock, view the blog. dude. is. done. dammit. background: morgana and i used to work together and would come up with various jackball competitions we took very seriously. walsh can attest. like "who can perform the most push-ups in a minute"—morgan: 60/byrne: 45. dammit. or while we are running laps—"i got a v-8 in me, what do you got?" byrne: v-6. dammit. during this time, i became convinced we share DNA somewhere in our background. some posts later i'll do a gap analysis on us both. there won't be too many gaps.

i have the exact opposite relationship with my husband, so i'm convinced that he and i do not share the same DNA. which is a relief, since we tend to sleep in the same bed. without gadgets, unless you consider megazords and power ranger action figures gadgets. i don't consider children gadgets, either and i'll often find a child asleep in my bed. yes, i'm a co-sleeper. oh, sit down. here is an article i use to justify my actions for the past two babies. sue me. i'm pro-sleep.

sandwiches can help tie a growing toddler over at bedtime. my husband is particularly gifted at sandwiches. he was also once a sous chef, so i think that may have something to do with it. my favorite sandwich of his is the terminator: corned beef, homemade coleslaw, swiss and thousand island dressing. oh man. toasted. but he can make any sandwich awesome. during our weddingmoon, my husband made a sandwich from pita, hummus, peppers, shredded cheese, rice, squash, diced tomatoes, crushed dorito chips and smoked oysters. mattie—maker of a creme brulee that i swore made me hear angels—declared it one of the most perfect combo sandwich ever. 'course, that was after a heavy night of rum in st. john.

I often drank there, but I was never accepted because I wore a tie. The real people wanted no part of me.
- The Rum Diary