My sister and I did a raging impression of ladies who lunch by feasting on oysters and steamed clams at Hog Island Oyster Company. We were planning on following it up with a furious afternoon of shopping and then cocktails and dinner, like ladies out on the town. We were going to hit it hard. In the reality that is my life, we fell asleep, hard, for 2 hours after lunch and instead of cocktails, decided to watch Star Trek. We did stumble out of our comfy positions in order to grab some dinner, so we really lived it up big time and don't you say otherwise.
And then, oh my goodness, I met some delicious dumplings that I almost ate except that their mommy would have been very upset...
I have a very strong maternal instinct. Just *look* at how happy that baby is in my arms. I don't want to boast but I got her to talk and she called me "baby charmer". I said, "I know."
My sister had a different effect--I'm not trying to be critical here, but as "baby charmer" I think I'm allowed to say that the baby is not just a little alarmed. It's okay, sister, not all of us have that magic touch. And clean that spit-up, please.
The momma was the only one who could comfort this dollop of cuteness.
Of course, we cannot forget about the true ladies of California--my sister's three pugs. Wait, this is two. And you may be able to tell that one is older than the other.
There's the third one! Hello my sweetie. Aren't you a vision in hot pink. My sister made that pug sweater--isn't it adorable?
I love California.