On the way home, I picked up a celebratory eclair for Jason, who spent all afternoon taking his teaching certification tests. The eclair looked more like a creamy loaf -- I swear it weighed five pounds.
With fork and knife in hand, Jason whittled away at it throughout the weekend, and he's still only about halfway through it.
Cocktails with friends. A girl's night of giggling and music and gossip. Espresso martinis and Billie Holiday.
And then there was an afternoon of lazing around with a cat who scratches himself of a bottle of 2003 reserve petite sirah.
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What a great picture of the cat rubbing his face on the bottle of fine wine! Cheers!
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