I, as a Chicagoan, have hosted my first guest in our apartment.
We pulled out all the stops. Gourmet food. Delightful breakfasts. The best accommodations and sleeping conditions. Everything was simply perfect.
Who was the visitor? None other than the great Abigail Davis.
No, she is not, nor will ever be a politicians wife, even though I still claim her name sounds very regal.
And no, accommodations were anything but perfect. Even though I had the best intentions of testing our air mattress before Abbey arrived, somehow it just didn't happen. As a result, the plushy air mattress I had promised her ended up being more like a paper thin layer of padding against the hard-wood floor.
Abbey ended up sleeping on a "pallet," (her words, not mine).
The pallet was a camping pad.
She's a good sport.
After the failure of her sleeping situation, I tried to woo her affections with food.
Making her latte's in the morning...
And the best of my Italian cooking work at night...
And of course, the finest wines.
That's just how we roll.
the size of the strawbs are otherworldly when you think about how big that coffee mug is....also, i'm having the half moon eye issue we tend to have in the picture...spence will love it.
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