Mr. Apple

The night before the marathon, we went out to an italian restaurant (you know, to carbo load!). I guess I was a little edgy about tomorrow because I snapped at Mr. Apple for putting his muscles-contaminated-fork in my bowl to taste my pasta. But, the end of the evening resulted in a long-lasting inside joke when the receipt came and listed "Spag Balls" as one of our entrees.




p.s. the famous Michigan Physics shirt is in desperate need of being retired, 10-05-2009.