I'll bring the pomegranate martini.
(A note to those who might wonder what to do when they catch me openly weeping at my desk, at the store, while driving down the street, while getting the mail, while taking my children out to dinner...handmade soap is a beautiful thing.)
And here is our beautiful boy, Bailey.
Since we moved to a home without a dog, the first such place we have lived since Bailey was very young, he has returned to his very charming habit of camping out on the floor, on his back. It's so cute, you just want to rub his tummy, but of course, that just pisses him off and he goes back to sleeping on the dining room table where he can get some peace and quiet...