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No rest for the road weary.

Rented vintage china - each place setting different - and the most gorgeous flowers I've ever seen.
We arrived home from our 10-day vacation on Friday afternoon around 2. At 5, we welcomed house guests for the weekend - college friends in town for a mutual friend's daughter's wedding.  While they ran off to the rehearsal dinner (which included out-of-towners), we rushed to unpack, do laundry, put fresh sheets on beds and dig out the "good towels." Yesterday, the girls had a spa morning followed by lunch at the brewery downtown with the boys and the 4:30 wedding which lasted until 10 and was, without a doubt, one of the loveliest we've ever attended. Afterward, we stayed up talking until midnight. This morning, I made crabmeat, cream cheese and chive omelets for everyone. Then, our friends packed up and left for home. Tomorrow, I will welcome ho-hum routine back into my life with open arms. Today, however, is a day of rest. And, of course, "Breaking Bad."


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