KT and Asu came with me on a trip to Sonora, CA - wine from a snow-made freezer, crackers and burritos and cheese puffs and viet sandwiches (food is love, after all), well-endowed snowmen, screaming sled rides, wiping out across powder and ice - all to return back to SJ for Christmas in the Park, two sets of hands laced together weaving and waving our way through a crowd.
Last night, a night with the hSU siblings, Penelope (an adorable movie, with one of my favorites - James McAvoy! Insert girlish squeal here), and Wimbledon. And ,my friends, oh the bananas we made. Crepes with bananas, nutella, powdered sugar and syrupy goodness, banana bread (half with chocolate chips, and none for the purists, you see), and fried bananas, the success of which could be debated, as Jsu and I both got burned by the deep frying process. Nevertheless, it was a wonderful weekend with loved ones, and today, I'll hopefully help my dad out with some technomological business.
Or I could go for a run.
Yeah... after last night's sugar rush, crash, and coma, a run and a salad would be nice.
On another note, it seems that, with an excess of time and love, the domestic inside of my tears herself from hiding to sprint outside with the sole mission of drastically increasing my caloric intake. Oh hello, love handles.
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