june

Our roses are now dead, RIP, but I took this glorious photo right before they started to wilt. While trying to snap this photo I kept pricking myself on the damn thorns. Adam kept telling me that "every rose has it's thorn."
It was very annoying. funny.

After a full day of gardening on Saturday, Maureen came over for her birthday and brought with her a decadent chocolate cake. She wanted us to partake of this chocolatey goodness,
and partake we did.

And since one chocolate cake wasn't enough, I went ahead and baked another for Father's Day.

...aaaaannnnd, I am now 2 sizes bigger.