Eating Out[side]

The Best Husband Ever and I recently moved to a new apartment. While we are sloooowly continuing to unpack, we are also settling in and feeling more at home. And the new apartment is fantastic! In addition to having a much larger kitchen, we have a more open living room, half of a garage, a fenced run for our dog, Cody, and -- my favorite -- a huge front porch. So huge that it can fit a set of table and chairs. Which we, incidentally, acquired at discount through a fortuitous visit to Loews.

We bought our brandy-new outdoor furniture two weekends ago, but didn't actually use it until this past Saturday. After a trip to the farmer's market, an apperance at the University's homecoming parade, and a quick-ish Costco run, we headed home for some lunch. The hubby really enjoys Costco's rotisserie chicken, so we bought one. He nibbled on that, a peach, and milk, while I had turkey wraps with some chicken on the side and a salad (with a delicious dressing of Dijon mustard, balsamic vinegar, and a sprinkle of rosemary, as described by Kath -- thanks!). It was lovely weather for eating outside. After we were finished, Cody joined us. Post-lunch silliness ensued!

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