Speaking of nightcaps and their ilk, my favorite pre-dinner drink of late has been a dirty gin martini, served on the rocks in a tumbler instead of a martini glass. Does anyone else find martini glasses just impossible to drink out of?
Miss Priss has been quite the busy bee as well. Her calendar is filled with Easter Egg hunts and birthday parties. I think I need to take a break, as I am feeling a bit puffy, and focus on her social engagements as opposed to my own.
I say this now, and will end up making plans at one of her parties next weekend. . .
There is still no independent walking around these parts. She teased me last Friday night (when I actually stayed in- maybe she was telling me something), and took 2 steps, then 4, then 6. Since then? Jack squat on the stepping. It is killing me. I actually brought her little stroller to the egg hunt at church on Sunday, so she could put eggs in that.