These Aren’t the Prettiest Photos
Above is a photo of the delicious casserole that my husband made last night. It’s been a busy week with me starting my new Internet job and helping out friends with scrambling for a residency positions and picking out bridesmaids dresses. Because of all that, I didn’t try very hard to make these photos perfect. You can see the pile of mail that we have been trying to sort through, and the cropping may not be the best. Below are some snapshots of my husband and me at home on a Saturday night – the night before Easter.
What’s this last photo of you ask? This is what happens when your 12 year old dog decides to be picky about bones and whines all night long while you and your spouse are trying to read, work on a presentation, or watch Project Runway. One day my husband got the bright idea to reduce beef broth on the stove, coat some pork flavored rawhide with it, and then bake it in the oven. It was a pretty successful idea. So much for that phone conversation with my mom:
Me: What am I supposed to do? Boil bones in broth every night?
Mom: Well, yeah!
Me: (Laughing, shaking head)
Well, we’ve succumbed. But we do enjoy watching him watch us boiling and baking bones every other night. And besides, how can you ignore this precious pout:
