late nights, bright lights

I mostly went to my dad's for Easter. Which means lotsa cooking, good food, washing dishes and staying up disgustingly late. Woohoo!

The dogs have really relaxed since Christmas [aka: last time I went to Dad's] and all three of them will actually come up to me now. Nelson even cuddles now. He's a sweetie. He got attacked by the evilest dog [Bear] and now he walks with a limp. Poor guy.

But by and far, the highlight of the weekend:

She hardly cries and she has a crazy strong grip for a seven week old baby. Her name is Bethany.

But yeah. Mm, food. That's all I have to say about that.