I can’t wait to tell you about my weekend. It started on a high note (cleaning and organizing, duh) and only got better: dinner out with friends in San Francisco on Saturday, and then seeing Anthony Bourdain speak last night. And he signed my book and even let me get an unflattering photo. Needless to say, we are now BFFs, and I totally call him “Tony” and I’m adding him to my chain-email forwards list. He’ll thank me when something good happens to him after he forwarded an email full of ascii art to all his friends!
Today, however, is devoted to chores. Anthony and I (my husband Anthony, though if Tony Bourdain wants to come clean my house he’s more than welcome) need to go grocery shopping and prepare for next week. Also, I have a raging cold! Again! I know! Isobel and I have been sick practically nonstop January 1st, so when you picture me in your head please just assume I’m constantly breathing through my mouth and leaking snot everywhere. It’ll save so much time.
Earlier in the week, Isobel got very upset about something. I don’t remember the details because it was one of those times when Isobel wanted something that was most assuredly dangerous and Anthony had the gall to say no. She toddled into the library crying and asked to sit on my lap. She was still pretty upset when she saw the camera sitting on the desk. She emphatically asked me to take her picture so I said, “You’re the boss!” (not really) and snapped these pictures. She looks so cute, yet so sad. These photos break and warm my heart at the same time.