exhaustedIt was focused on the girls and filling their noggins with information/history and eating where the Mr. made reservations. Allow me to highly recommend Bond 45, if only for the lamb ragout with freshly made gnocchi, pillowy soft and flavorful. That sauce was the type to lick the bowl clean, let me tell you. Their lasagne was ridiculously good, as were the scallops. (Uh, skip the Red Velvet cake. Disappointing.)
The weather took a turn for the worse (as y'all on the east coast well know) and we had delay after delay trying to get out of DC, took a side trip to Alabama just to get home, and finally made it back late last night, where I kissed the animals and fell into bed. And I'm the genius who scheduled a mammogram this morning, almost forgot, got there two minutes late, and had the pleasure of a mammogram. (Ha. They suck. They're important, but they suck.)
Refilled the house with food, laundry sorted and started, and now I'm ready to fall asleep and nap for nine days. HOW ARE YOU?
