It was the usual shinanigans, which I won't talk about because I'm way too old to be doing this kind of stuff but like to prentend I'm not every once and awhile.
My sister brought her new dog, Dean the Manchester Terrier.
Dean was a show dog, so everyone was quite impressed with his show-dog prance. I didn't knit, because I was partaking in the activities I spoke of earlier.
Last night we had one last small celebration at our house, and I baked a cake.
While I LOVE to cook, I've never been a big baker so this was quite an occasion in our casa.
My husband and his friend were incredibly entertaining, however:
Seriously, don't ask me what was going on here. Just 30-year-old men doing what they do, I guess. But check out Katy in that last one:
Dude. My dog can smile!
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