Got MLK?

So, we were off yesterdee and I had people over on Sunday night.

I think Sacha didn't know her picture was being taken, not having a horrible time, as it appears.

Mike is devising a wily plan to separate me from my prized Piggly Wiggly coozy, which I am enjoying immensely.

The invitations promised no snacks, but I disappointed everyone and made some anyway. Notice these:

The black and white swirls were appropriate for the occasion and filled everyone with both racial harmony and sugar.

I think Katy's telling Mike a fish story and my blinding tennis shoes are keeping me safe while I sit on the kitchen counter, like a good host.

Brandi went on a brutal photo shooting spree, from which even her roommate couldn't escape.

Stephen: now the teacher has become the student!

OK it's getting late. Adios, motherscratchers.