We have returned from St. Paul, where we spent the holiday’s with the huzzband’s family.
In addition to preparing and serving two tofurky roasts for the family, we went on a 6-mile hike near an old fort, ate Cambodian food, drank beer at a place called the Happy Gnome and watched Brendan’s uncle try to kickstart a chocolate fondue fountain to no avail.
Also, while Brendan watched a hockey game, I got a “deep-tissue” massage at a local spa, which left me with two long, red bruises down my back (I looked like a hockey player, post-game, I guess) while my mother-in-law and sister-in-law also got pampered, but to a far less tortuous degree.
It also was the fateful meeting between Charlie and Maddie, which we somehow had put off until now. It didn’t go well, but could have been worse — they both emerged from the encounter fully furred, pride and ear flaps intact.