The bartender we hired for our anniversary party was not as familiar with the drinks our friends like as she was with some of the more familiar ones. So, she wrote out some recipes, and by all accounts, she did very well.
Doug can’t get over the fact that this recipe supposedly serves 60 people, while I am hung up on the fact that it’s a recipe for cookies on a ketchup bottle.
This is my coworker Saki. Her butt is actually small enough to fit in this stroller.
If you are ever a guest at our house, we now have a pair of warm fuzzy slipper socks to offer.
There were some random stuffed animals leftover from an event at work. I adopted this guy, and named him Speed. He rests atop my monitor.
Just guess whose is whose…
We got together with Stefan and Emily tonight and met the new kittens. This is Clarisse and Matlida. The boys were much more shy, and made only brief appearances.
I suspect this is not the sort of centerpiece that usually graces the tables at Smith and Wollensky’s, but it was better than flowers, in my opinion.
I’ve never used Midas, and this ad makes me never want to.
Remember the summer Olympics when all the athletes had that tape all over them? (The winter Olympians probably did too, but you couldn’t see it.) The physical therapist I am working with wanted to try it on me. It felt like she just slapped a couple wide strips on, and I was highly amused to discover this artistic pattern instead. I’m not sure if it’s working, but I guess it isn’t hurting anything, and at this point, I’m willing to try anything.