When the nice lady on the boat offers to take your picture, don’t assume she’s paying any attention to details like backlighting.
On the other hand, this kind of fabulous light forgives all kinds of skin blemishes and double chins
on second thought, the lighting was perfect
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Yesterday was Mr. H’s birthday, so we spent the day on a sailboat.
The view was amazing
I wondered about these little duckies – what do they represent? Do they have sailboat wars?
Hey look, they monitized their sail.
Skipper and deck hand – the view is still amazing
Heading back home.
One last look at the sunset
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What? You’ve never had that problem?
Come on, there has to be at least one instance in all your life when you wanted some dessert but couldn’t bear the thought of another bite of that Alaskan-sized sheet-cake.
Ok, well that’s the situation I found myself in this week.
We had another graduation party for Aaron tonight, and I was on deck to bring the dessert. We had plenty of sheet cake left from parties earlier in the week. I couldn’t bear to eat another bite of cake, but it just seemed too wasteful to throw it all away.
lightbulb!
I sliced up a couple pounds of strawberries that needed to be eaten up anyways. Instead of putting sugar on them, I doused them liberally with Godiva liqueur (mom calls this “medicine,” we both make sure to have a bottle handy in case of emergencies).
While I let the strawberries soak in their chocolate hooch, I whipped up a pint of whipping cream with yet a little more Godiva Liqueur – again no sugar, it wasn’t necessary.
Quantities? I have no idea. Just added till I felt like it might be enough.
Then I took a bowl and made a deep layer of leftover cake, topped it with a layer of drunk strawberries and then topped that with a layer of drunk whipped cream and repeated until everything was gone.
Oh my goodness, I think I’ve got a buzz. Not sure if its a sugar buzz or from all the booze, but I think I’ll wait a while before dribing home.
So next time I have leftover Costco cake from any kind of event, I know what I’m going to do with it. But next time I think I’ll remove a lot of the frosting, that just got in the way.
This is my dad with my four brothers.
Shortly after we got engaged, a friend of ours saw this picture, turned to my soon-to-be husband and said, “What ever you do, don’t piss her off.”
He’s done a fine job of heeding that advice.
Most days, the fact that Mr. H and I go to different schools with different schedules is not an issue. This week has been a different story. As I mentioned earlier, Mr. H graduated from UW on Saturday which has had him in party mode since he turned in his final paper on Friday. I, on the other hand, still have finals and papers due this week.
The party/not to party debate has been raging for the past five days.
Aside from the fact that I still have a serious amount of studying and writing to do, there is also the fact that Mr. H is a good five years younger than me and much less of a lightweight when it comes to partying.
Don’t get me wrong, I love a good party. It’s just so much easier to enjoy when I’m not stressing out about whether or not I will be able get my #$%& together and finish this quarter with adequate grades.
Obviously I lost that battle, because this is just one quarter for me and its Graduation for him. The last, and coolest, party we attended this weekend was on Sunday night and it was thrown by one of the students in Mr. H’s Persian program.
Those students in the Persian Studies program know how to throw a party.
I’ve been busy this week.
I have one final final and I’m done for the quarter. Then I can breath, sleep, party…
