The cats started waking me up at 4:30 this morning. Simon started it by biting my fingers. Why Simon? Why? Very Bad Cats.
On Saturday we had some friends over for some very bad sushi. Not bad in a raw fish way, that was fine, bad in a rice way. It turns out, making rice for sushi is a skill, possibly an art, and it doesn't necessarily come out right the first time. Or the third. Blech.
The cake was good, though.
Len thought it looked like Tim Burton had a hand in the decorating.
Chris and Aubrey brought flowers, which my camera had a hard time pulling itself away from on Sunday:
Pretty flowers. Perfect for a rainy Monday.