Bon Appetit. And Water.

Todd and Marley made pizza last weekend, which was delicious. Todd's technique is getting better, and he sticks to the good stuff as far as toppings go: caramelized onions and prosciutto. What else do you need, really? And because Marley hogged the chef's hat, Todd wore her pink velvet and tulle polka-dotted skirt on his head. Those two are pals like you wouldn't believe. I guess while I was at Target during Rudy's nap on Saturday, they were "working out" in the area Todd recently set up in the basement on a large scrap of berber rug. It's pretty spare: just some dumbbells and push-up bars, but the entertainment system includes a record player beside a four-foot crate of about 200 albums, as in vinyl. I think they were listening to his precious Aztec Camera while Todd was doing crunches and Bean was basically wiggling around as though she were auditioning for a dance troupe.

The majority of those albums were not, by the way, destroyed when our basement flooded due to poor landscaping, specifically beside our driveway, and too much rain and melting snow yesterday. (The rug was soaked, of course. Serenity now!) Depending on where Todd and I stood in our galoshes by the wet vac, we were either in a half-inch or two inches of water. It was a sad afternoon that slurped on into the evening, so I responded with a tuna noodle casserole that we ended up eating in front of the Celtics by eight o'clock. And at least I got to enjoy watching Rondo pass the ball like nobody's business, at one point literally over his shoulder without looking back, so I guess that's the happiest possible ending this story could have.