Tuesday, February 16, 2010

Pink. And Poo Poo. And Ears. Yes, Ears.

Pink is very serious business in my house.

No, not that Pink, although I have a pretty mean oblique ab routine I perform regularly to "So What."

Note: Heck, yes!

No, not so much pink for the general decor, either. Or even the wearing, particularly. But pink for the consuming, yes. On Valentine's Day, oh yes.

The Eighth Annual Pink Dinner. Prepared with copious amounts of red food dye and love.

The Hostess.
Pink, yes.

The Hostess
Biting the Ear of her Beloved.
An Expressionless Beloved.
Dude, I'm biting your ear. Pay attention!
Pink, yes.

The Centerpiece.
Pink Marshmallows, Pink Roses.
Pink! Pink! Yes! Yes!

The Food.
Chicken Fettuccine Alfredo. Pink, yes.
Cupid's Strawberry Arrows. Pink, yes.
Love Knot Rolls. Pink, yes.
Roasted Cauliflower and White Asparagus. Pink, yes.


The food lasts but a moment.
The Pink Poo-Poo lasts a little longer ...


1 comment:

brie said...

okay...loving this post.


the last sentence.