A Little Polite Conversation

...Over dinner. A few nights ago I made an amazing lasagna with local shrimp, fillet of sole, spinach, mushrooms, shallots, and a lemon-thyme cream sauce with asiago inside and melted on top. It was a lot healthier than it sounds, as I used whole-wheat pasta and skim milk instead of cream.

However, the best part of the meal, hard to believe as it may be, was not the food. The best part was that Friskies smelled the meal and decided it was so delicious that she had to invite herself to the table. She had a nice chat with GP about their respective day. His was, surprisingly, significantly busier than hers.

Polite conversation (ok, maybe a little less polite and a little more tawdry) was also had last night at Butchart Gardens with two great long-time friends. There's nothing a little rule-breaking (smuggling rum-laced spicy apple cider into the gardens) and magical blinkenlights can't cure:
We even had a go on the Rose Carousel:
I was riding a cat (of course) and Caitlin was stradding a horse. Sarah is not pictured, but I'm sure you can just imagine her atop a green spotted frog.
Something kind of unrelated: after our ride we saw the killer whale seat and instead of a saddle it had a giant starfish on its back, shaped like a saddle. How very unrealistic!