Okay, just so you know, I can bake a lemon cake. And people can eat it (and really enjoy it).
Also for your fyi, the fab outfit for the wine flight night was a pair of Paper Denim jeans, foxy red Miu Miu heels, and a black sleeveless James Pearse t-shirt. And the countryside was beautiful and the wines were great and the company was delightful.
But this is the thing that stands out from the evening--I got bit really hard by a mean dog.
Puncture-wound-on-the-back-of-my-right-thigh-and-holes-in-my-$160-jeans--that kind of hard. Yep.
Not by the two pitbulls or the crazy mutt on the property, but by a pyscho springer spaniel. Effin'-A.
(Calling the doctor first thing tomorrow. Hoping there will be no shots involved.)