The Zoo over Ambuscade Street

Stacey and Thomas just left, but it was fun having them over here. They got lost a few times on the way over. The last time they got "lost", I spotted them outside. Fun stuff. I managed to make carrots taste good enough for Stacey to eat, and we broke out a bottle of holiday wine, some of Erik's homemade blackberry beer, and some mead. We were...a bit goofy. Especially Stacey, who just had one glass of wine.

The dog was lavished with attention, which she adored. Erik came home battered and bruised from a session of "defensive tactics" with a new class of recruits. He knocked a recruit's cap off (the tooth kind), but he got hit enough that he has some truly spectacular bruises, so it wasn't all one-sided. And Erik doesn't bruise, ever. I suspect that he could get hit by a truck and walk away without bruises. Broken bones, maybe, but not bruises.

Happiest of holidays to all and sundry, I'm off to enjoy my break a little further. And possibly torture Erik as well, since he's at my mercy for once. (I used to be able to pin him. Then he went into the police academy, and our play fights have gotten painfully one-sided in the other direction)

Cheers!