Hmmm. This looks like the Leaning Tower of Cake. But it wasn’t really leaning. Nor were we on board a listing Love Boat, hearts notwithstanding. We were at The Compound. Clearly, I don’t know how to hold my camera. Monday was Lindsey’s birthday, so this is the heart cake I made for our celebration Tuesday night.
Note the nod to Mally the Duck among her gifts. I was initially calling this one Mally, as well, but I think his name is Honor. At least I heard someone–maybe Rhonda?–say, “Honor the Duck.”
Tuesday was Rex’s eighth birthday. He actually thought all the fuss was about him. Rex takes a very tongue-on approach to birthdays.
Dinner was an experiment: vegetarian lasagna made by me instead of Stouffer (for once). Everyone seemed to think it was good. I was actually more impressed with my firemaking. It was the perfect fire on a cold night (no shirtsleeves this time, Lisa, except for me, and I was practically sitting INSIDE the chiminea).
Sugar was fascinated with the little sparks that occasionally rise out of the chiminea.
Tyson stayed out of trouble by eating a stick.
For Marika: Tom holding a sleeping Guinness as a companion shot to a previous post’s fireside shot with Tom and Margot.
Lindsey holding Rex, Tom holding Guinness, Rhonda holding Sugar, and Tim holding Tyson, to keep dogs from dogs and dogs from fire and dogs from camera.
Where’s Margot? Emo Dog found a place in the underbrush from which to watch us and mentally compose poetry about the cruelty and pain of having a family who adores her. Oh, the suffering.
Awww…nice pictures! Margot looks like she’s a fawn hiding in the woods.
Is it mean of me to say that it makes me feel a little better to see that you had to wear coats? (Nice scarf, Tim! Thanks for wearing it!) 🙂
My first thought was, ‘Wait, why the head wear? There’s no snow…’
Then I remembered in Nola, when I was trying valiantly not to melt, and showed up in that suit. Methinks our homeostatic indexes are geared towards different ends of the temperature scale.
-39C without wind-chill is hat weather.
Aww… loook at Guinness all safe in Tom’s arms. SWEET!
Emo dog is emo.
And very, very cute.
I want a chimea!
I love the shot of Sugar (looking up) and the last one of Margot. Anyone who thinks dogs don’t have a personality needs to see these pics pronto!
Lovely cake and lovely pups!
What wonderful pics. Looks like a fun evening. Now, I’m even more jealous of your chiminea.
Oh, you guys are the bestest! That was a great night, indeed. And I love our group shot. 🙂
I didn’t realize we had a 1:1 ratio of human to dog that night. You totally should have scooped up Mlle. Emo, put the camera on the tripod, and gotten in the shot!