We watched Rachel Getting Married on Friday night. It wasn't at all what I was expecting, it was a far darker tale than I had imagined. And so real. Almost too real. It reminded me of a Henry Jaglom film in a way, it all seemed so tragically accurate and spontaneous, this disfunction and heartbreak that infect so many families at one time or another. It's not one of those movies where it ends and you feel uplifted, no, it's more like one that haunts your thoughts for several days. I recommend it.
We had a nice din-din last night at MIL's house. Here you can see Serge guarding the deviled eggs which are quite possibly the finest egg preparation there is - that is if you don't count soufflés of course.
We sat around talking about the upcoming cruise we're taking in 79 days. Tigars, MIL's dog hung out with me most of the time. I swear that dog is even more clingy to me since Sara died. Here look how cute he is following me to see what I'm up to.
There's not a whole lot else going on around here this weekend. It's snowing again this morning, oh joy. It looks like just a dusting though, so hopefully that'll melt off by this afternoon.
Here's hoping you're enjoying a lovely weekend.