dec. 20 - jan. 5

that's how long fiona is home for winter break.

that's 17 days.

we are only on day 9.

there has been lots of yelling, crying, sword fighting (not the fun kind) and drinking.

this is when being rich must be super awesome.

bc you can sort of go anywhere...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

although i'm not gonna lie.

we would more than likely be here right now...

where would you go?

it's friday, it's almost christmas and shit is getting done.

 yesterday i cleaned and organized my linen closet.

 i got rid of tons of old blankets, linens, decorative pillow covers etc..

i couldn't deal anymore with the mess.

and i never used any of it.

so to goodwill it goes.

this is the after...

that shit is organized!

this weekend i intend to sort out fiona's old toys and books that she has outgrown and take those to goodwill too.

christmas is coming and i cannot be a hoarder!

 

my domestic tendencies are in overdrive.

the bar is stocked...

 

 

this shit is in the oven right now..

 

 

 

there are crafty things afoot...

 

mini trees and christmas lights in jars...

 

 

 

if it's good enough for my girlfriend, it's good enough for me:

 

we are getting our tree tomorrow and i intend to decorate the balls out of EVERYTHING!!!

just wait.

it's gonna rule your face off.

nigella cake recipe here.

(you know you're going to make it)

our weekend of fallness

on friday night
 fiona's tongue made several appearances..

 

tent went up..

 

firestarter...

 

 

burgers happened (and probably malaria due to flies)...

 

smores for 'zert... 

 

marshmallow swoon... 

 

 

mikemallow...

 

on saturday the

serenbe fall festival.. 

 

there was a cake walk for the little ones...

 

fiona bested those little fuckers...

 

 

weird boob effect...

 

lots of dancing...

 

a standoff..

 

ham and swiss with arugula and peach mustard.. 

 

me and my fi... 

 

 

sliding..

 

 

and swinging...

 

the weather was unbeatable.

it was a glorious weekend.

love and leaves,

 

prepare yourselves...it's the gift of christmas...or halloween maybe..

did you ever dream of waking up one day only to find a baby on your stoop?

do you think it's weird that i used the word "stoop"?

i do.

 

on our way to school this morning fiona ran ahead of me to the garage and a tiny, tabby bundle of joy ran up to her to say hello, then turned around, ran...and JUMPED into my arms and started to suckle my ear lobe.

cuteness..

that was all it took.

i have tried to put him back outside several times today and he wants no part of it.

 

he follows me around everywhere i go and he seems to get along fine with nicolas....

seriously they could be cat kin..

i am going to call him harry.

as in potter.

for a few reasons.

1. i am a nerd.

2. this cat is magic.

and

 3. he definitely has a lightning shaped scar on his head (see #1)

 

visual aid:

i already love him a ton and am obviously the cat whisperer.

if you've never had a kitten suckle your ear lobes you are missing out on one of life's more awesome gifts.

 

i will be here enjoying that for a while...

 

 

 

weekend delights

 woke up this morning to this:

most of the time it feels like you are trapped in a coffin inside a volcano here in atlanta.

highs in the mid 80's. which is actually a lot cooler than usual.

so that is delight number 1.

 

then..

always wanted to try it.

first go around was interesting...

i poured a little of the chilled lillet into a glass and added a slice of orange as per a recipe.

too cloying...too sweet...too after dinner-ish.

so i added club soda...

delight number 2.

 

 

me and mollsballs took our girls to see the sound of music at the fox last weekend:

angles in yer face.

 

 

cheese quesadilla!

 

 

aaaaand....

the finger.

delight #3.

 

haz good weekend.

drink. laugh. eat. hug. fart.