Ashley is always singing the praises of her little Mexican breakfast place, so of course I had to go. I got the Mexican hot chocolate and...
the Huevos Divorceados. For the love of all that is holy, I can't properly describe how amazing this tasted. Note that the green chile and red chile are separated by a pool of black beans--hence the "divorceados". (Speaking of Ashley, later that day we went out for lunch. Her story about trying to make chili is even funnier in person.)
Oh, hey there, little guy. Let's be friends.
Favorite shot of the week! I miss summer already.
This is my grandparents' super-hyperactive six-month-old Labrador. Her name is Sonja, after the ice skater Sonja Henie.
Everything sounds better on an 8-track. We listen to the classics, like Henry Mancini and Barbara Streisand and that one swing song from the old Chips Ahoy! commercials.
I now understand why Dooce and The PW are always posting pictures of their dogs. One shot and you're hooked like a bad crack addict.
The cabin was built in the 70s and the decor has not changed one single bit. There's this vintage-y wallpaper in one of the bedrooms and I was so tempted to rip it off the walls and smuggle it home with me.
My granddaddy grows the most gorgeous dahlias you've ever seen. Most are bigger than my head.
Annnnnnnd a back shot of the cabin. This place is my heaven on earth.
Enjoy the rest of your weekend!