Pasta

The poor Owl must have fallen of her perch to make her cancel our lunch appointment. Must have been a bit serious as she had to quickly rush out and take an appointment with the avian dentist. (I know birds don't have teeth smartypants, I just put it there to make it more interesting!) Maybe next time Ms. Owl, I'm sure the food wouldn't have tasted nice anyway with the thought of italian food crawling into your molar cavity afterwards.

Anyway, we still ended up eating at our fave Italian place. The pasta was great but the conversation wasn't very pleasant. It was mostly about the company restructure and the different techniques you could use to call in sick. One of them was pouring water down the toilet while on the phone with your boss. Don't even ask me what sort of sound that's simulating.

Oh, and Rayana did try to pronounce a couple of Italian words which unfortunately came out sounding German.