It's been hectic around here, still recovering from Christmas, still longing for my family that I haven't seen since Thanksgiving... It's rough being popular.
Everyone is doing well at the House of England.
The cats, realizing their lifelong dream of real estate ownership, have aquired a condo together:
Dave, realizing that Italy is only a plate of pasta away, has over indugled:
Knowing that it just isn't New Years Day without Hop 'n John and cabbage, have cooked up plenty of good luck and money:
My photogenic sister has visited, knowing full well that I am addicted to black and white film, good vodka and relaxing weekends with my camera:
Mr. Orange, emminent tabby of the block that he is, frequently enjoyed his newly acquired digs with a decent view of the front yard, that is frequently less-than-decent looking:
And I have, and will continue to drink San Francisco beer although I am far from the Bay area, which is quite disconcerting, considering those bastards over there ripped my heart out and buried it there (San Francisco, that is):
OH!!! And Heavens! How could I forget!? We made pizza from scratch!