My Parents Are Here

For a week. And they are helping out tons with the kids, so I can do things like fart around on the computer when I should be the one preparing pesto/sun dried tomato appetizer thingies for Iz's recital tonight (culinarily, my personal timeline stops at 1994. Maybe I should add some roasted garlic?).

I get to take naps. It get to run away to Point Reyes for two nights, by myself, next week. I am grateful.

But did they have to bring the entire contents of their fridge with them? "Honey, it was all going to go bad!" Ewwwww!

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