To say good­bye to Tim and Pam, as well as Sunday brunch potlucks alto­geth­er, it was decid­ed that some­thing spe­cial be done. So we found a shady space in the park for the blan­kets and food. It was the first time we had wine at one of the potlucks, and a beau­ti­ful day.

For some rea­son, Jess likes to call me Satan. Maybe it’s because cheese is her weak­ness, and I always enjoy indulging her temp­ta­tion.