Mmm.

Last night held some hardcore Texas BBQ, which I quite prissily declined to eat until Boyfriend sawed it off the bone with a plastic knife.

Then Gelato, right across the street from a trendy little wine bar with lots of pretty, trendy people outside on the patio.

Did I mention I was wearing pajamas?

This morning was a visit to the Farmer's Market and Organic Farm.

Onions, habanero pickles, fresh mushrooms, and a oddly named Chubby Blonde cucumber.

And blueberries. For muffins in the morning.

Now is Deadwood on DVD with a running count of number of times they use the word 'cocksucker'*

Boyfriend is making me chocolate pudding.

Which I plan to have for breakfast in lieu of blueberry muffins.

Nutrition !!!

*I don't think it is particularly offensive to be called a cocksucker, so long as you aren't accused of being bad at it. But that's just me...