question du jour.

dk and I had dinner last night - we walked down the street to barnaby's cafe, best french fries on earth.

as we walked, part of the conversation went like this:

liz: "dk, do you ever get on your own nerves?"

dk: "no, why do you get on your nerves?"

liz: "yes, all the time!"

dk: "well then, I guess it's because I really don't talk that much."

I burst into laughter, this conversation was SO telling of our different personalities....

And dinner was delicious. But in our effort to eat well, we passed on the fries :)