Burger Sunday

Bear claws!

My DH’s happy place arrived today. Much slowly and loudly repeating of commands commenced.

There are days when the boys aggravate me so much I may explode, and then there are days like this.

I die.

Because everything’s better with an egg on it: the remains of three dinners (smoky roast beef, short ribs & root veg braised in wine, and some sort of chimichurri I don’t even remember making) topped with a perfect fried egg. A crazy good, really decadent lunch that would have been perfect if I’d have exercised restraint when salting.

I see you has a smoothie. I likes smoothies.

I see maybe you’re distracted talking to daddy. I’m just going to sit here and cute the smoothie into my mouth.

So there I was, thinking I might not be anywhere where I might run into roses. And then brunch at Seersucker & I saw not one, but two.

Headed to Chelsea & a 30 block stroll to the Intrepid Air & Space Museum.

USS Growler (submarine)

On the hangar deck of the USS Intrepid (aircraft carrier)

And the motha effin’ STS Enterprise!!

Had to take a crappy touristy shot – it’s a spaceship!

Times Square in the low fog on the way back to the train & home.

& in celebration of Mom’s birthday, salmon sushi with shrimp Shumai for dinner.

Happy birthday (tomorrow), ma. Today, I ran from zombies (hilarious, I know), walked around Chelsea – stopping to pick up holiday card supplies & peruse the wares at a few other shops – ate a lunch you’d enjoy at a really great ‘paleo Shangri la’ type place, hit up Whole Foods for a couple of supplies, and stopped at Forbidden Planet for some more blind box vinyls to add to the collection(s). I wasn’t quite ready to hit it, so I wandered 6th Ave. until I hit the Washington Square area, and called it a rest.

I think you would have enjoyed my day.

I passed this rose this morning & thought of you.

My munchkiny HR manager reminds all plebs that belly rubs are due upon demand – regardless of other work load.

Mmmmm … salmon jerky