Welcome Home

We had a decadent 48 hours away. Our away was not really all that much away, really. (We even managed to sneak back into the house twice while the boys were out and about. Once for me to quickly deal with a work crisis and the second time to steal our sneakers so we could play tennis.)

I shopped on Friday. (I bought myself some birthday goodies at Sephora. Nothin' says Happy Birthday quite like fifty dollars of lipstick and gloss, right?) I napped and read. We went out for dinner and saw a movie. (Batman! It was unbelievably good.)

Saturday, we slept in and only got out of bed with reluctance. We went out for lunch (yum, Pizza Plant pods) and picked up my newly strung racket. We played tennis for hours and then returned to our hotel to lazy up an afternoon - doing nothing really but watching the olympics, reading and napping on and off. It was perfection.

We went out for an official celebratory dinner at Fiamma. The meal was delectably good. Out of this world good. And we stuffed ourselves with every last bit of its goodness.

It was back to reality this morning. We were greeted by a toothless Aidan, an estatic Griffin and our always crazy B romping in the backyard.









It's good to be home.