George and Goldie had their first day of school today. (Goldie picked her outfit.) She cried when we left her and without guilt Clay, Milo and I walked to Faux Starbucks, aka: 15th Ave Coffee and Tea for some Kona pour-over coffee (Clay) and a tea latte (me). We also ordered a Beechers cheese plate and a salmon plate not knowing how large they both were. It literally looked as though F.S. (Faux Starbucks) was having a party and Clay and I pulled our chairs up to the buffet. We are pigs 'cause we cleaned both plates.
When we picked up George and Goldie a few hours later, Goldie was fast asleep and snoring in her teacher's arms. We transferred her to the stroller, trudged up the hill toward home with two strollers, multiple bags and a baby in my arms. After all that, Goldie dutifully woke up the second we walked in the front door.
Later that night, I made a chicken feast that tasted just like it was marinated in high-octane gasoline. Mmmmmm... gasoline. But that's a post for another night.
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