Papa’s Wife made lunch for me on Sunday.
(OK, I wasn’t the only person there, but the paella was made special for me).
Papa, Brother-in-Law, The German, and The Husband, all came along to eat paella with me.
And this guy was there too…
{Ruby, aka Prince Philip}
The paella is cooked outside in a gigantic pot…
And every once in awhile, someone has to go out and slowly rotate the gigantic pot.
(How much paella did she think I could eat? Really. Look at the size of that thing).
For the record, I was never asked to rotate the gigantic pot.
I think they looked at the ironing injury on my shoulder (who burns their shoulder while ironing?) and the random moving injury gashed across my shin and decided I may not be the best person to rotate a gigantic pot. I trust their judgement.Â
This stuff is mmm mmm good…
Turns out Prince Philip is a bit of a paella aficionado…
 
He’s not above begging for shrimps heads.Â
And look how happy The Husband is…
{I love paella}
Stuffed, The Husband and I headed home with our doggy bags (we’ll be eating paella for days) and came across a rather odd discovery in the back of Brother-in-Law’s car…
{WTF?}
Because we can be a bit of a gruesome twosome, we left a little present for Brother-in-Law…
We strapped the head to the headrest and tied a sweater around the seat. Looks like Brother-in-Law has a new girlfriend. Pretty, isn’t she? I think I’ll call her Melba.
(Melba looks like she could use a little Rogaine.)
(Melba looks like she could use a little Rogaine.)
{Sidebar – before strapping the head to the seat, The Husband and I had written all over Brother-in-Law with a marker while he was sleeping. That’s what you get for being the first person to fall asleep after paella}Â
Oh, and the sky was really beautiful Sunday night…
That is all.Â
bisou
 
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