Doesn’t this make you want to get married all over again?
Yeah, me either.
I’m home. I’ve decided I can say that confidently because I have a new definition of “home.” Home is where the fresh-made banana pudding is chilling in the fridge. In other news, banana pudding may well have just replaced a Cajun chicken fillet biscuit as the best breakfast food ever. Also? I’m starting to wonder if the poor gal who’s been nice enough to share her lovely apartment, fat cat, and bodacious Paula Deen recipes with us has any idea how hard it’s going to be to get rid of us.
I’m a little fuzzy from a whirlwind of family functions and 12 hour car rides augmented by gastrointestinal (and incredibly sexy) complications, so forgive me for copping out with this video of a chihuahua dancing the flamenco.