Men are like waffles, women are like spaghetti...

so proves the conversation David and I had this morning at breakfast.

David: This is good bacon.

Ally: I need figure out what time our flight leaves for Steamboat... (then Ally stares off into space).

David: Alright, let's hear it.

Ally: (coming out of space) what?

David: What's going through your head?

Ally: Ok... I need to figure out what time our flight leaves for Steamboat, fold the laundry on the bed, make the apple cake for tonight, get Micah dressed, put Micah's lunch in the diaper bag for today, sweep because I feel a crumb under my foot, pack for our trip, finish that scrapbook page, get the tools off the floor in the guest room, and call the exterminator.

David: Oh ok (with an added chuckle).

Ally: Why? What are you thinking about?

David: I wonder if it's snowing in Colorado.

Ally: That's all? Nothing else?

David: I can't think about more than one thing at a time. At work, I have to make a list.

Ally: I see.