IN: Sometime after 10 last night I gave in to the cliche . There I was , curled up on my couch watching Rita Hayworth as Gilda flipping her waves of luxurious hair and prancing around on legs that looked to be about twice as long as my entire body . She was , in the words of another blogger , glorious . And I was feeling , well , not so much ... See I was missing the boyfriend pretty badly .
Did I have a satisfying evening ?

OUT: No , I felt pretty restless and bored , and frustrated

IN: We had a little mache salad to accompany the meal which is a salad from the gods . Not only do I love it with just a touch of evoo and sea salt ( I think any vinegar kills it and masks its already beautiful , sweet flavor ) , but our kids love it as well . His variety comes from a farmer in upstate and it tastes just like the Valeriana that his father has growing in their garden in Sicily . We actually tried to plant it in our small garden but it came up sparingly and was n't realistic enough when darkness arrives at 4:30 PM in the winter and we are n't home until much later .
What may be the reason for their choice of salad ?

OUT: Their kids also enjoy eating the salad .

IN: What exactly had happened ? I wanted to sit down and think about it all , but everything kept swimming around in my head . I heard muffled church bells ring out five o'clock .
Why may the narrator be struggling with hearing noises ?

OUT:
It sounds like the narrator is concussed .