I had a brief encounter with a lonely sandwich at a bus stop.
The walnut bombs at the bus stop down the street are ready for deployment.
A co-worker from Hyderabad had some family coming to visit and he kindly asked his mother to bring some pista burfi with her for yours truly. It was delicious and made me feel like a minor aristocrat with the silver foil.
My Frau's green thumb has been hard at work. Her tomato plants have sprouted fruit.
And her flowers are lovely!
Lastly, here's Piper sitting in front of my keyboard all angry that I dare to attempt to use it.
No comments:
Post a Comment