Upon our arrival, we decided to take the pups (they have a precious hound named Bailey) on a walk. Bailey, who is just seven months old, got a little frisky and ran out onto a frozen, but melting, pond. It's safe to said Emily and I almost suffered a heart attack. I was picturing the worst, and had my hand on Matt's back in case I had to push him in to save the pup.
Bailey finally skated it back to safety, and she and Matt later hugged it out:
If TJ were here, chances are, I would have no business in his kitchen. But because he's on a fabulous exotic vacation, I was allowed to prepare eggplant Parmesan. Yum! Here is a picture of Emily and I enjoying a nice glass of wine during it's preparation:
Matt preferred to drink TJ's beer, while waiving an obscene hand gesture. Nice touch, dear.
Oh, and we can't forget this, the hound pup's namesake:
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