Today is the French Labour Day! A public holiday to celebrate when, back in the olden days, American factory workers won 8-hour work days. This is interesting to me, because these days French people never work more than eight hours in a day. And if they do, they save up their hours for days off later. So really, the French celebrate Labour Day everyday!
No matter, the point is that today I got to make a bunch-o-homemade-spaghetti:
...and Vincent bought me a new plant!
*And yes, I did notice that my wedding band ended up in the spaghetti. Don't worry though, we didn't eat it. It fell off in the leftovers as I was putting them away in the fridge.
Yeah! Lindsay didn't lose her wedding ring!