Sybille and I took a weekend hop to ACY (Atlantic City, NJ) for my Dad's 60th birthday - much to his surprise. It was months in planning, Sandy doing most (all) of the work. All we had to do was make our way to Vineland from the airport for the b-b-q and the loverly brunch the next day at a local winery.
As the song says (and I played it while posting this): It's Good To Be In Love from the album "Details" by Frou Frou.
I caught a little guy running around the patio . . .
He was just as curious about me as I was of him. And for a while he was a willing model. But in the end, he scurried off into the bushes for safety's sake - and for the safety of my flowers, which I have no doubt he was about to make his snack.
It makes me wonder about the carb content of flowers . . .
I know is supposed to be paper, but I wanted my sweet to have a reminder of home. Enter Nespresso. After all, what better way to tell your bride of one year that she's still the woman of your dreams than through the gift of coffee?
Ah, but its Swiss coffee, you see. And the new machine is sporting in its "Swiss" red.
