if boys only knew...

i am quite certain boys would be incredulous if they ever found out how much girls obsess over details.

for instance:

ali and i debated for 10 whole minutes in the grocery store which pasta -- farfalle, cavatappi, or campanelli-- we should buy and then proceeded to perplex with angst the second side dish for another 10 minutes, if not more. because you cannot have bread if you're having pasta--obviously-- too much grain. plus it would throw off the color pallet. oy vey. 

so we called my momma in our desperation-- girls have to stick together with this detail-business. 

as a disclaimer we're not usually like this.  but when it counts {as in, boys are coming over for sunday dinner} you've got to make an impression {by seducing them with cupcakes and having the perfect meal, no doubt}.  

it is highly unlikely these boys will even notice the fancy-folded napkins, or the sparkling clean floor, and i am especially suspicious that they will remember which noodles we chose... but girls will be girls, and so the details count. men may be oblivious to our perfectly-coordinated outfit and the colorfulness of the entree but today, i am putting forth an effort at domesticity, and crossing my fingers it goes smoothly.