Totally Craptacular Weekend

This is the nest of baby swallows in Kip’s stall. They’re adorable.

Unfortunately, most of the rest of the weekend sucked, involving vet visits and rain. Enough about that, however.

We went to a “continental market” with Phil’s parents (bunch of French market traders selling cheese, sausages, herbal soaps, etc., at vastly inflated prices). There was a stall selling Moroccan pastries, and I bought a delicious, if overly-sweet and extremely expensive armful of them, all made with honey and ground pistachios and walnuts and orange. Yum. Maybe I can kill myself with sugar.

Other than that, I think I will just continue sulking and licking my wounds.



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