Ice Cream, Games, Wine and Nachos

I left off the last post saying we brought ice cream back for St. Frances. Even though the day had been warm, it had cooled down, so we turned the fireplace on, put a movie on in the background and shot the shit.

Then I busted out one of St. Frances's party games, Loaded Questions, and we played that, made nachos, drank sauvignon blanc (they do not go well together), and just layed around the living room.

William was especially happy, as he stretched himself out in front of the fireplace and tried to melt into a black puddle of cat on the floor. But he overdosed and got a little heat stroke, so we teasted him while he limped away and sat, wide-eyed, on the far end of the room.