I spent the day in bed attempting to ward off illness and watching Criminal Minds.
Craig returned from his long weekend racing cars. His dirty laundry safe in a bag.
I made Mexican Lasagne* for dinner. My pathetic wrists are too weak to hold the pan while constructing the lasagne. Craig helps out at that point.
I wore my new supercute shoes. They hurt. Because, despite the hidden platform, the heel is just a smidge taller than I can find comfortable. I will continue to wear them though! because look! they're so damn cute.
Walking to the station at dusk.
These lights are at the entrance to the Beehive grounds.
(you can see it through the trees)
It was so so cold on Friday that I bought a coffee from the cart at the station in order to have something to warm my hands on my walk to work. And the coffee is really good.
Kitschy lights at the kitschy Uncle Chang's restaurant in Wellington.
(Craig was on a nostalgia kick)
I've had a death cough all week.
* Mexican Lasagne
It's essentially Chili Con Carne plus miscellaneous vegetables, in a casserole dish with Tortillas taking the place of the pasta in lasagne, each tortilla smeared in a little cream cheese (taking the place of béchamel sauce) and topped in grated cheese.
Then baked for a further 20 minutes. Deeeelicious.