About a week ago, I mentioned that we had a snow day. It was glorious. I made sugar cookies. I went to the store. I had burgers with my dad. This here's the proof.
I had lunch with my dad and was rewarded with one, delicious, extra pickle. Lucky!
Topics included: summer travel, music, and future restaurant endeavors (i.e. where else in the city we can find delicious burgers).
Quite possibly my favorite picture of Noel.
I made artichokes in the crockpot. I really did kind of like them. However. It was the first time, in almost 6 years that I've seen my husband actually frightened of food. He kept calling it a Sarlacc. I just Google Imaged Sarlacc and I have to laugh because he is SO RIGHT.
Earlier in the week, I drove to my sister's. This is how Scarlett rode for part of the time (Residential area, stop & go traffic. Not safe for highway speeds, I know)!