See, it's not my fault.
We spent the weekend with
When we were home, we ate chez Chef Marcella. Think Mediterranean. Yum.
We were hardly ever at home.
Just long enough to let Aunt Lynn know that we were thinking of her (and her new hip).
In all my guilt,
I took some pictures.
A lot of them.
Enough to make up for the week that I didn't take any.