I had lunch with my dear bf Tiffany and her cutie-pie son.

He allowed me to snap some of these shots in between bites.

just precious

I’m so glad I get to be a part of his life

and I hope he keeps those Michelin-man fingers forever.

After my lunch date Chris and I headed down to our favorite nearby park (shared in this post) for the Chesapeake Jubilee, an annual event in these here parts. We decided to walk the 2 miles to the park because we knew traffic would be ridiculous. Sorry for so many photos – I brought my camera along for the fun…and also for something to do, because you won’t ever ever find me standing in line for one of those rides. gives me the heebie-jeebies.

If you’ve never had a deep-fried oreo (or twinky, snickers, pickle, cheese, or butter – yes, deep fried butter was on one menu) then you’ ve never been properly welcomed to the south!

Amazing local BBQ, Wood Chicks, which beat Bobby Flay on his own show!

Yummy food everywhere you turn.

Caramel apple…one of my most favorite things.

hog calling

After we had endured enough of the festivities (and my hair had expanded to its usual unruly lion’s mane) we headed back to our place to get settled before the fireworks. We were too tired of the crowd to watch the fireworks from the Jubilee, so we hatched this grand plan that involved climbing on our roof from our second story window. We knew we were close enough that we would be able to see them. There was only one small detail of this plan that I didn’t account for….a GIANT tree directly between the fireworks and our rooftop. Dagger!

It was still a fun adventure. and pretty romantic. I loved sitting up above the world.

I also had a really difficult time trying to get good shots of fireworks (which require a long shutter speed) because I don’t have a tripod.

It was fun, but Baxter did not like us being out on the roof. He was very anxious the whole time we were on the roof and was very happy to see us climb back in the window.

Now I know the meaning of “sad puppy dog eyes”.

We had to take Baxter to his 6 month appointment at the vet. two weeks ago.

You know, that appointment where he goes in a little boy doggie and comes out a man doggie…only with fewer body parts than when he went in?

He was very excited for the road trip…. I didn’t have the heart to tell him what was on the agenda for the day.

Let’s just say he was a very different doggie when Chris picked him up later.

Scared of anything and everything.

We had to elevate his food and water bowls so that he could get to them. Which he didn’t anyway because he was too scared of them. It was a very sad sight, and now I know exactly what sad puppy eyes look like. He kept staring at us as if to say “what have you done to me”?

Fortunately, he is pretty much back to normal…romping around the house and getting into everything.

He’s still afraid of my rain boots, though… and let’s keep it that way.

I don’t want any bite marks in those babies.

I really had no intentions of watching even a second of the Royal Wedding.

Fridays are my days off, which means I typically enjoy sleeping in until about 7am.

(I know right? Pretty awesome – 7am).

Though I was excited to see Kate’s dress, I knew there would be ten thousand bajillion photos circulating before things were even ‘official’ so I wasn’t worried about missing out.

However, my husband does have to work on Fridays (like most of the world) so he was up at the crack of dawn. He decided to wake me up at 6:30 with a cup of hot chocolate and asked me if I wanted to watch some of the wedding. I’m not sure if it was the way he asked me – so generously providing a peace offering for waking me 30 minutes before I was planning to – or if it was my innate need to never miss out on anything or be out of the loop that caused me to get up. Regardless, 2 minutes later I found myself snuggling a cup of hot chocolate in front of the tv and providing my own news commentary on the ceremony.

I didn’t plan on boring ya’ll with my own opinions, because – let’s face it – that can get annoying. HOWEVER (and that’s a big however)…that was until the camera panned over these two ladies in the crowd.

um… WHAT?!

Let’s hope the Queen’s peripheral vision has long since deteriorated in her 85 years so she isn’t scarred by the fashion miss-sense that has appeared behind her.

Look at her eyes, I think the Queen senses something un-royal lurking in her presence.

God save the Queen!

Now I’m sure Princess Eugenie (wearing blue) and Princess Beatrice (wearing beige) are nice girls and meant well, but they were very distracting! I don’t know if that was their intention, but they definitely called attention to themselves.

I couldn’t put my finger on it at first, but these two reminded me of another pair of well known sisters.

Then finally, it came to me:

Drizella and Anastasia, the stepsisters from Cinderella.

Yup, complete with the dark eye makeup. Didn’t their mom do a wardrobe check on them before they left the house? Sheesh. Not the most flattering when you look all one color – pale beige. That’s the color of my kitchen wall.

And now I will never be able to watch the movie Cinderella without thinking of these two, nor see these two in this photo without thinking of the movie Cinderella.

Maybe these sisters struck a secret deal with Disney and planned the whole thing, using the royal wedding to burrow into our subconscious. Hmmmm. Curious.

One more photo,  just because this one always makes me laugh.

What did you think? Do you sense a fashion trend surging it’s way to the states? Should I stock up on crazy hats before they really hit big? Or better yet, I’ve got a glue gun – I can make my own. That will be the next DIY trend on blogs, yes?