Oh hey there.
So, I’m back to work and all, after being gone for a lovely part of a week in Phoenix visiting my sister Leslie and her husband Peter.
If there’s a suitcase, it must be filled with cats.
They live next door to this big pile of dirt.
I went for a run and took a picture. I look like a sparkly vampire, don’t I. Note the palm tree in the background. I couldn’t find the beach though.
The first morning I woke up and this stuffed monkey was outside my door. I’m not sure whether it was a gift or a threat.
I need this print for my house too.
Peter and the cats hanging on the couch.
Albergo and Catalunya like to help each other clean and groom. It’s adorable.
Leslie made the crusts. I think she was possessed.
We did some serious baking. Chocolate Bourbon Pecan Pie.
Dutch Apple Pie and Pumpkin Gooey Butter Cake.
Martha Stewart’s Mac and Cheese. I stirred the bechamel sauce for over 20 minutes waiting for it to thicken. Tears were welling in my eyes, but it did finally thicken and tasted AMAZING.
We did some serious wine drinking. That giant bottle was a housewarming gift that they saved to serve at Thanksgiving. I can’t tell if the picture is blurry or if the effects of the wine have yet to wear off.
Lots of food was made, brought, and eaten. It was a wonderful day.
A few days before Thanksgiving we had lunch with the Boring Runner. It was delightful, and I’m glad I finally got to meet him after reading his blog for years.
Naturally we had to take photos. We all wore blue so we’d look good in the photos.
Why yes, my head IS bigger than everybody elses. And I was looking at a different camera, apparently.
This is my laugh or my “I’m poopin” face.
After our blogger lunch Leslie and I decided we had to get fro yo to really feel like bloggers. Then again she’s absolutely NOT a blogger, but I like to pretend I am. It’s weird that we sat outside to eat eggnog fro-yo in November, but that’s Phoenix for ya.
I don’t think I got enough toppings to count as a real blogger.
Did you know Trader Joe’s sells cats?