Last night saw Yo, Kimbo and I at NHP, engaging in perhaps our closest trivia competition to date. Following our defeat we came back to my place, played a little Mancala, read about birthdays (then discussed accuracies/inaccuracies), watched Nip Tuck (disturbing) and ate what was left of the cookie bar thingies I made earlier in the week. On their departure around 1am, I was granted eight hours of sleep filled with dreams of sandy shores, clear warm water and rays of sun that energize but never burn.

Waking from the divine slumber was followed by a few errands, some therapeutic (read: OCD) cleaning and whipping up a batch of Irish crème according to a secret family recipe. Mmmmmm.

Not so secret if you consider that most of the ingredients are shown here - now if you could only determine quantities and identify what’s missing.

It’s a perfect compliment to reading in an immaculately sunny spot on the porch. I’ve earned it.

Kissy boo, babies.