We had lunches, brunches, and dinners with old and dear friends; if only the drive up to L.A. were just a LITTLE bit shorter . . . or if only someone would perfect teleportation, perhaps.
And we met a new friend (here comes the head-exploding cuteness--you have been warned).
This is Ike. He is a five-month-old chocolate Boston Terrier. Did your head explode?
How about now? Good grief!
[Edited to add: I feel that I must emphasize that my own darling girl, Miss Tallulah Mae, makes my head explode daily with her cuteness . . . just ask B., who is constantly being harangued to look at her.]