Well. Where's the food? asks Tiny as the microwave produces only warmed over -- albeit award winning -- Chelsea Baked Beans. She and the Babe found what they were looking for when dinner was served, "grilled" Fenway Franks without the grill -- first time broiling in our new Kenmore toaster/broiler -- on toasted pasty white Wonder hot dog buns -- not these, but the break-apart kind. And don't forget the French's yellow mustard (Dijon need not apply at a tiime like this) and the Cains hot dog relish. It doesn't get any more All American of a Saturday night.
Everybody loves Saturday night. This evening, a special reason to lift our glasses: Tuck finally finished moving the wall. Pictures tomorrow, including a visionary sketch found on the shop bulletin board from nine or so years ago prefiguring how it would all turn out.
How do you decide between the detail (top) and the bigger picture (above)? Sometimes you just can't decide.
Update: Carnival of the Cats #74: The Dog Cat Days of Summer is up and purring at Jazz's Running Scared.
Congratulations Tuck! Sounds like a great night to kick back and relax after a job well done.
And since Tiny is so nicely photogenic... both versions of the picture are great. *grin*
Posted by: Teresa | August 20, 2005 at 10:45 PM