There he is. What a good boy he was while we were gone. No messes, no trouble for our friend Emilie and she even talked about how great his turds were compared to last time. She was talking solidity there. Funny how we don't bat an eye at discussing dog doo when human doo is so taboo.
I had a lovely birthday thank you. Serge took me to the Spain store and bought me pans, rice, saffron, chorizo (the real thing from Spain, not the local imitations) Manchego and real Serrano ham. Next week, I'll try my hand at a paella while the instructions are still relatively fresh in my head from when mommy made it last week. After the shopping, we had cocktail hour on the patio and then we went out to dinner. It was fun because we ran into father Tony and his husband. I wish we had yakked more because I ended up punking out for the Montreal blogger meet-up with Joe my God and the gang. I was too tired last night and today I start a new contract. I know, I'll always be an amateur. I was in bed at 9:30. Maybe I'll get out tonight (always sounds much more of a possibility at this time of day than later) and run into them.
I think this is the first time I'll be working weekends in years. It's certainly the first teaching contract I've done on the weekend. I'm doing Saturday and Sunday 9-3 for four weeks. It will be strange being all alone in the glass skyscraper. I've got the special keys and the special card for access. I hope my student is fun. Y'all have a great weekend now!