Many of you may be asking yourselves "I sure do wonder what that Heather has been up to lately. That crazy bitch ain't updated her blog in about a year." Although, upon some revision, that's not so much a question as it is an internal monologue. So perhaps I should mend it to say "Many of you may be SAYING to yourselves..." I digress.
Well, since our guests have departed, we've been doing absolutely freaking nothing. But tonight, since we're two bottles of wine in (at roughly 10:30), we thought it would be an excellent time to clue you all in.
Afternoon tea at Sanger B&B. "Why Mrs. Sanger! What lovely scones you have!" "The better to knock you in the head with. Now shut it and drink your tea."
Shopping for paella ingredients. Rest assured we did NOT purchase the cock with crabs. Er, I mean cockcrab. Or whatever non-dirty thing it's supposed to be. Side note: Recently removed from our list of places to visit in England? Dartmouth.
Watching our gay cats cuddle with each other. "Caaaaaan youuuuu feeeeeeeeel the looooovvvvvveeeee toniiiiiiiiiight?" Notice, if you will, Elwin's paw is draped over George's neck.
And the ever-popular Saturday-night-in activity: drinkin' n' downloadin'! Jason bought all of this while I was on a 7 minute phone call with our neice and our sister-in-law:
The latest Pete Yorn
Regina Spektor live in California
and Alexi Murdoch
Now, if you'll excuse us, we have another bottle of Cabernet to polish off.