I think I'm brilliant

These are the kind of meals my husband cooks. Wanna come over some time? Thomas spoiled Pauline and me with a roasted rack of lamb dinner with bright green wilted spinach and mashed blue potatoes. Meals that look like this happen pretty often which means I am either very spoiled by this man or incredibly brilliant for choosing him to cook my dinners for me.

Vengeance and wrath

This is what we've spent our evenings doing since my mother-in-law, Pauline, came to visit. We've been playing Scrabble night after night. And by "playing Scrabble" I really mean that she and I are taking huge joint efforts to prevent Thomas from winning. If there were Scrabble halls and Scrabble sharks, kinda like pool halls and pool sharks, Thomas would be the ringer. He can complain about how he has six vowels and a K and then play a 33 point word. Pauline won this game even though he played SORGO. Yeah, that's what I said. SORGO. And I challenged it and lost my turn.

Clean and happy

It's been a busy week between work and life and all that stuff. In preparation for their Granny's visit I threw the dogs off track with a mid-week, midday bath. And as a result Lola has been excessively lovey tonight staring longingly into whatever eyes she can capture silently coaxing endless rubs. I always let her roam without her collar for a day or two after her bath. She gets to be naked and we get to do this.

The sea before the storm

It's a wild week of weather and we'll be lucky if California manages to stay in about the same place. It might just wash into the Pacific. Today we are expecting another massive storm with high winds and lots of rain. I had to venture out and see how the ocean was behaving before I hunker down for the rest of the week.

The rain's a comin'

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