.... who are you, who who...

or, modern-day texting challenges:

Late this morning I received this text. I didn't recognize the number, and didn't know who had sent it.

It was obviously someone who knew us (M loves lasagna) and has a sense of humor (knows we'd be willing to feed the girls bread and water in exchange for the chance to eat lasagna).

But how to respond?

"Uh, sure?"
"My mother taught me to never take lasagna from strangers!"
"What kind of bread?"

There was potentially the option of trying to tease the identity out:
"Super! What should we bring? And where?"
"Sounds good. Will it just be us?"
"What kind of bread?"

Eventually I decided to email one of the two most likely candidates (they happen to be married), and she replied that the number belonged to her husband. It's almost disappointing to have solved the mystery. But at least we'll know where to go to get our lasagna!

how long has this been going on?

I was just in the kitchen, zapping my lunch. Waiting close (but not too close) to the microwave, I watched as it counted down: 34, 33, 32.... until it got to 15.

Then the timer went: 15, 14, 13, 12, 11, 11, 11.... and just stayed there.

The light was still on inside, my lasagna still turning around, but time had stopped.

Wow! Now what?

• Would my lunch keep cooking until there was nothing left?
• Or would the microwave run until something exploded?
• Or did I have a chance now to run off to the post office to get some forever stamps without anyone noticing?
• Was time stopped for everyone, or just for the kitchen?
• What would happen if I never pressed Cancel?
  

So many good questions, so much to find out. What an opportunity!?!

But I was hungry, so I hit Cancel and opened the door and grabbed my pyrex bowl.

A mystery for someone else to solve.