What I like to call "The HOT BOX"

Do you know what a hot box is? Well its this really large public transportation system in London called....wait for it.....

THE TUBE!!! (aka - the London underground). The headline in the papers today was 45 degrees in the tubE?! *

*Side note 1 - if you want to know how to convert 45 Celsius to Fahrenheit go read one of burr's blog's - I think he wrote that in there somewhere - I'm not sure, I think I was taking a little "snooze" through that one.
Side note 2 -Or you could do it anne's way 45*2 = 90 plus whatever you think sounds right...so about 120! WOW that is hot!

Seriously though it is getting so hot here in the London and the tube is sticky and gross and full of hot sweaty SMELLY people - YUCK. I think I will just get a bike. HA - ok not really, but a car service perhaps?! I really dislike it.

I wish you could see Burr's "Serious Face" when he is getting on the tube. Its like "Don't talk to me, I'm trying to not move so I sweat the least amount possible in the next 20 minutes" - its hysterical. But I do have to say on the tube this morning I was wearing a dress without sleeves (sweater added at work) and flip-flops (again heels added at work) to Burr's full suit attire. Aren't you glad you read this useless blog?!

Well I had to document somewhere the feeling I get 2 times a day (minimum) to people who care about us....please send money for private driver with Mercedes asap:-)

PS - I have now been in London too long and have gotten my @ sign and " sign all confused on the key boards - so difficult to type. (See previous blog)

Portugal Pics Re-Uploaded

Sorry - I uploaded them but they were tired....they are up now....see below.

XOXO

The DRESS

I know, I know! I'm behind on blogging, but there is a good reason for it. I call it EY! They are so time consuming, seriously I have barely had time to sleep a reasonable amount * so no whining about the blogging

*Side Note 1 - I am a "Jones" girl - meaning I take after my Mother and Grandmother who both think that taking a 2 hour nap a day is just as essential as eating 3 meals a day, so I seriously like my sleep ok peeps.

*Side Note 2- Sleep is extremely difficult to come by here when the sun goes down at 11pm and comes up at 4am - I need darkness!

On to the good stuff... I still have not written about the horrendous to fabulous clothes I witnessed at the Ascot Races. My first question to 90% of the women at the races is "WHY DO YOU THINK THAT FITS YOU?" I mean I'm not even joking when I say that every girl was wearing a dress that was ridiculously tight. And sad to say not every girl was Jessica Biel and thus, should not be wearing said "ridiculously tight" clothing. I have this picture in my head of an English girl going shopping for her Ascot ensemble....She walks into a store and sees this adorable dress, its about 1 foot above the knee and comes down low in the front, maybe even low in the back, and its fairly straight. She thinks that dress is perfect! I must have it for the races. She knows she usually is a size 8 maybe even a 10 on a bad day but since it is the races after all, she will try on the 2. She goes to the dressing room and VIOLA! The dress zips up....it may be down like a tiny little centimeter, but most of it zips up...I mean she can't breath but its a 2!!! - SOLD! She buys the dress accompanied by a hat that looks like this....

and she has her outfit. I am not joking 90%, 90% of the girls there were wearing a dress that was so tight you could not sit down in it. I was absolutely amazed - everywhere I looked - ahhhhh!!! More and more girls with body parts I did not need to see * Needless to say next time I will (a) not wear a flowy dress and (b) buy a hat with much more feathers and do-dad's on it! See the little black things hanging off the left hand side of the hat picture - these are like chopsticks with a fake mini-kite shape attached to the end of it that stick out of all hats. Please note this if you ever move to include "Hat must include chopsticks with mini-kites" - WHAT? This was so not in the 6 books I read on Moving to London and Culture Shock - London.

*Side note 3- I actually don't think they meant said parts to be seen either, since it was covered by material technially, but when you wear skin-tight clothing that is what happens!

Other interesting things about hats is they are not actually hats, they are really headbands that just have a hat with feathers and stuff on top - so it is like a "pseudo-hat" Anyway, I definitely had the wrong thing on the top of my head! See - and you thought this blog will be all about hats!

Missed you too!

Lots of love

A

PS - Johnny and Meg if you don't send more pics of Clare soon you are going to have an Angry Aunt Anne - mUAh

Burr's Weekend Re-Cap (Ascot)

Hey again – back for another week. While Friday night (drinks/dinner with Anne’s colleagues) was fun and Sunday (working out, errands and naps) was relaxing, I think it’s best that I use the remaining space on our Saturday trip to the Royal Ascot races.

I guess that I was so overwhelmed by Anne’s beauty at our wedding, that among the “love, cherish, honor and obey” our vows included a requirement to “attend one horserace a year.” I don’t remember it happening, but Anne swears it did. As a result, we needed to get to a race and heard that the only races worth going to are the Royal Ascot races.

Sure enough, we heard right. But first, some background.

Ascot is a suburb about an hour southwest of London. There is a track there that has races all summer. However, the Royal Ascot week (well, technically five days) takes place in June and generally sees certain members of the Royal family attend. Saturday was day five, the crescendo of the British horseracing calendar.

We caught up with some of Anne’s Dutch colleagues at the Waterloo station after some very necessary sausage McMuffins and made like sardines to get on the train. You know its going to be an awesome Saturday when you are stuck in the middle of a train, standing the whole way, wearing a coat and tie and not having to hold a handrail because you are prevented from moving by the 26 other people touching you.

I new it was going to be good people-watching when on Wednesday, the BBC website started featuring galleries of the absurd women’s hats. I was not disappointed. The Royal Ascot races have convinced me that almost every woman there (my wife being one of the exceptions) got dressed looking at the wrong side of a one-way mirror. Anne was unable to contain her shock and it’s too bad we weren’t able to record the running diary of her fashion critiques. This will be its own blog later this week, I have no doubt.

Having made our way to the grandstands (past the fancy dress snots going up the Royal Enclosures), we realised that we had 2 and a half hours until the first of the six races. So naturally, we grabbed a pitcher of Pimms and hung out in the sun. At 2 PM we made our way to the parade ground to watch the arrival of the Queen, or Mum as I like to call her. Mum was looking very stately as she arrived in horse-drawn carriage and passed within about 30 feet of Anne and me a short time after the photos were taken.

We made our way back trackside after stopping by one of the 300 licensed sports books on site. Race 1 was literally won by a nose, with our horse’s nose not among those competing. Better luck in Race 2, when 17-2 Bronze Cannon (USA! USA!) chased down the leader in the last two furlongs for a decent return. Race 3 was uneventful and we decided at that point that we had all of the horseracing / people-watching fun needed for one day. To beat the crowd and the weather, we returned home and were back in the flat by 6:30.

Ok, Happy Father’s Day to everyone out there and we will catch up with you next week (Wimbleton perhaps?!?!), Until then….

Anne and Burr meet the Queen

Here comes the Queen....Yes Burr and I to see the Queen when we went to Ascot, isn't that cool? see pics below...

Party in the Farrar Flat!

That’s right there is reason to celebrate!! For UK purposes, Steven Burrell Farrar is officially a manager with PwC. He called this morning saying “Where are we going to dinner tonight?” I said “ Remember we have my work outing until 10, what dinner?, come on I told you” and he replied “No dinner, we have to celebrate!” to which he told me about his promotion.

YEAH FOR BURR!!!

Unfortunately, only 1 Farrar is going to be a manager for I am going to stay a senior seeing as I new to the tax world. He beat me! But its cool.

Hip Hip Hooray for my Hubby!

(OMG – I sound like cheerleader)

Burr will gladly accept all gifts to celebrate this occasion (Specifically Tory burch flats size 9.5 or I guess cash is fine too!)

MUAH to all of you

and

MUAH MUAH to Burr!

Excuse Me

“Excuse me?” is what you would normally say when you run into someone or slightly bump someone in the hallway. SO, this morning I politely say “excuse me” and I get the worst look EVER! Apparently here it means something to the effect of “I’m better than you, or “me first”, or “get out of my way.” Yes, infact “Sorry” is the only appropriate answer in all cases you would ever think of using the phrase “excuse me” – who knew!? I should write a book on these things.

This morning I passed Harrods sign that said again “Pardon us whilst we re-dress our windows” – How do you pronounce the world “whilst” is it “While –ST” or is it “Will-ST”? I will have to ask my British friend, Nicola.

I ran into another encounter of not saying things right the other day. I was trying to tell our admin to send something to this guy Brandon. I said his name like 5 times and each time she responded “Brenendon?”. She sat down after the 5th time and waited for like 10 min., they typed me a message saying “Brendon?” – SO FUNNY! I mean, obviously I am not saying these names right over here. But on a positive note I have not been called IAN in a while – yeah for that.

Last night our friend Eric was supposed to come over for dinner. Burr, Eric, and I were all trying to get out of work and to our house by 8pm for dinner. Well about 7:15 Burr calls and says someone laid down under the train and the line to our stop was completely shutdown! Seriously? I mean this whole tube business is worse than 77/85, etc. at 5:30pm on Friday night. *

*Side Note 1 – 77 and 85 are the 2 major highways in CLT. There is not an equivalent in KS that I know of because there is not traffic in KS and if anyone tells you differently they are LYING. Take it from me…when I first got to CLT, I thought the lanes had literally shrunk sizes from the KS lanes, but no it was just way way too many cars on the road.

I think Burr forgot some very key elements to our Portugal trip.

1. The fish I ordered Friday night had the head on it. Don’t you just love knowing you are eating a dead fish?! Its hard to eat with eyes staring back you, thankfully we ordered a pitcher of sangria to wash it down with!

2. Our hotel room (aka: luxury suite) was at least 3 times the size of our flat and now I feel Closter phobic in ours. Can I live in a luxury suite please?

3. The large bottle of water we purchased Friday at the resort was £5.50 and the EXACT same bottle we purchased at the Portugal store off the resort was £0.21 – do we see a problem with this?! Seriously

4. The pina coladas at the hotel were bad. Really terrible, esp. considering they were so expensive. Steve, can you please fly over here and make me one of your special ones?

5. The hotel has an MTV channel that plays “I Love the 80’s” the entire time we were there. There was quite a lot of Paula Abdul and Michael Jackson playing. Since, Burr and I had just had the privilege of seeing the show, “Thriller” in London we did our own dance. (PS – I’m way better than him at the thriller moves)

Basically it was a very fun trip.

The rest of the week I have 2 work happy hours and we are supposed to go to Ascot this weekend.

Miss you all!
Lots of Love,
Anne

Weekend Update

Aloha. Apologies this is a touch late, but I was tracking the Hoos win over Cal State Fullerton in the College World Series, which zaps my effectiveness. In true UVA fashion, they waited until I was in London and unable to make the trek to Omaha before they decided to get through a Super Regional. Oh well, better now than never.

So Portugal was awesome.

We took holiday on Friday and caught an 8 AM EasyJet flight out of Gatwick headed to Faro. No need for unnecessary stamps (thank you RyanAir). Anne was so excited that she actually agreed to wake up at 5:15, which is highly unusual. We sailed through passport control and with the driver occasionally clocking 170 kms/hr (in the neighbourhood of 100 mph) while chatting on her mobile, we made it to the hotel by noon.

If there is one benefit to the weeks in Houston, San Fran and Wilmington, Delaware, it’s that frequent guests are much less common in Europe than the US (I think it has something to do with the lower reliance of franchising in the European hotel industry. You can thank Anne for editing out the other 500 words I had on the subject). Consequently, we were upgraded to a double room. As in a double-story, double-bedroom, double-bathroom suite. Being the divas we are, we almost called down to complain that we didn’t have an ocean view. The resort was called Pine Cliff and felt a lot like Sea Pines in Hilton Head, to the point that as we walked by the man-made streams, I was on the lookout for alligators (which don’t exist in Portugal).

We took the elevator down the cliff and hit the beach that afternoon under cloudless skies and in 80 – 83 degree temperatures and a slight breeze. Anne will upload pics later.
The water, on the other hand, was freezing. Like Minnesota lake cold in mid-May. I counted six people who ran from the sand into the waves, only to get three steps in, scream like schoolgirls, pivot and run straight back to the sand. Four were younger than 10 and 2 were named Farrar. I was proud of Anne though, she actually got in up to her ankle on the second try (not much of an ocean person that Anne).

Weather was perfect Friday, partly cloudy Saturday (full beach day with a bottle of wine in the pool watching the sunset) and a bit cloudier Sunday (we were on the beach in the AM). Casper and I got a fair amount of sun, but I doubt we would have made more than a three-placard jump in the Sherwin-Williams book of whites.

Needless to say, everything was going so well that we needed to add some sort of international incident to the mix.

Just when we thought we had the whole flying in Europe thing down, we almost missed our flight home and ran afoul of the Portuguese TSA and Customs officials when we somehow got through security without valid boarding passes. It’s a long story that starts with us changing our flight and ends (I am not lying) with Anne smacking herself in the head with a board. She will have to elaborate how exactly that happened. Nevertheless, we were able to get seats across the aisle from two infants that were able to drown out both the jet engines and my IPod with their wailing.

Our fortunes reversed immediately on English soil. Christmas came early for us and everyone else in Gatwick Express Car #10 on the way home when the ticket seller was unable to make it past Car #9 on the way home. About 2 minutes out, it looked like we were in the clear until the train was held for a platform to clear. The 20 or so people who had yet to buy tickets and were crammed at one end of the train nervously looked around. I counted two larger groups sending a sacrificial lamb to the halfway point to provide additional further insurance that they would not all be ticketed. Luckily, the train started up again and we were safe.

No more trips planned as of yet (at least until the next credit card cycle). On tap next weekend - the Royal Ascot races. I suppose it’s like a buttoned-down Foxfield’s, but we’ll see. Until then, have a great week.

ahhhhh vaca....

Did you know I think my body reflected the sun on Friday? Yes, when I stepped out in my bathing suit onto the beautiful Portugal beach on Friday I was definitely the WHITEST person there. (Mags - think socks, need we say more?) Burr even said he had never seen me so pasty. It was scary. (I think I did not notice because I was in London with all these pale people) *

*Note to self - Just because you are living in London does not mean you need to embrace ALL aspects of London life. I will be investigating spray tanning ASAP.

So in order to no longer reflect the sun off my pale-ness we sat in the sun for the next 48 hours and I'm happy to tell you I am no longer a 0 on the 0-10 pale to tan scale, but a comfy 2.5. (Although my subburnt legs are stuck to our leather couch - OUCH).

Portugal was awesome - I'll let Burr tell you all about it.

We lived through last week without a tube, and when I say "we" - I really mean Burr because I did not go anywhere, just worked from home and walked if I needed to go anyway.

I did go to this place that sells workout clothes called "Sweatty Betty" - isn't that an adorable name for a store?! ( I mean it does not have the brand recognition of Nike but its just so fun to say!) Wel, l they have free yoga classes once a week and if you go 5 times they give you a free top. ISn't that crazy? I mean, come to my store, take my free class, and I'll give you a free shirt?! These marketing people are so interesting here. But, whatev. I'm in! (Just need to find space for the shirt now!) Oh, and when they told me I would receive a free "vest" the first time - I was like "Who wears a vest to work out in?" - but here a vest=workout top - good to know!

Burr and I don't have any more trips planned, I def. need to get more on the calendar asap. Although, I think I would much prefer a beach vaca to a museum attending, exhibit viewing vaca. ahhhh

back to life in the real world tomorrow.

Isn't getting back from vacation difficult?!
Hopefully this week we will hang out with Burr's friend Eric who is in town for the summer and maybe Ed, who should be moving here soon. I have a work happy hour Friday and we are supposed to go to the horse race on Saturday. Don't you worry I already have my hat - ADORABLE:-)
Lots of love,
AMF

The answering Honk

Why WHY does every car that gets honked at feel the need to honk back?! I mean its just an example of how people in London are kinda ruthless. I will not say rude b/c they are actually nice, they are just "Get out of my way, don't drive stupid on the roads, or do the wondering walk on the sidewalk" type of people.



Burr and I live on the street corner, a very busy street corner and I hear more honks than ever known to man. And I would hear 1/2 as less honks if people did not honk back at the honker. The honkee just feels the need to respond. And...often people are just a little tap tap honk its a 10 second hold the horn down type of honk.



This all goes back to my initial conclusion of horns on cars. "ONLY USED FOR RUDE PURPOSES" *



*Side Note 1 - For those of you who are privileged to know the whole story of why I think horns are only used for rude purposes, congrats. For those who don't just know this: A Horn is a necessary item to be in working condition to pass the NC yearly car inspection.



*Side Note 2 - For those of you from KS, TX, NE, etc. and don't know what a yearly car inspection is - its as stupid as it sounds. The deeper into the ghetto of the Carolina's you go is directly correlated to the chances you will pass your inspection.

So, I wish the honkers and honkees would just zip it.

On a lighter note...My mom and grandma booked tickets to come visit us in July - YEAH!

So excited to go to Portugal in 2 days :-) Even in my quiet house in Charlotte I could not just "pop over to Portugal" or Dublin for the weekend. Soooo nice.

Miss everyone,
anne

FINALLY FED....

NOTE: If you have not read the 2 previous blogs, this will not make sense. So go back and start with "You know you can't cook when..."



So....apparently our stove is REALLY weird. I swear this is so not my fault. SO NOT MY FAULT. After a while I began to think that one of the burners was not working so I switched to another burner. Than I started think it was the pan itself so I put on a second pan of water to boil. So after approx. 55 minutes of waiting I decided this was retarded and I went over and noticed the first pot was barely hot anymore?! I noticed it was turned to max so I turned it to med high and VOILA! Boiling water. Apparently our stove does not work on "max" only low to medium high. Whatever... I got to eat lunch at the crack of 2:30.

I would just like to reiterate this is not my fault, its our strange stove :-) Although I'm pretty sure Burr is going to blame me.

I re-read my previous blogs and I sound like a whining 5 year old - note to those ever eating with me - FEED ME, its not pretty when I'm hungry.

I also thought of deleting the 3 boiling water blogs, but since I have not been blogging lately I hope everyone has a good laugh at how Anne can't boil water.

I will write something more relevant later.
(Maybe)

Kisses
Anne

Have you ever tried to google "How to boil water?" Well, unforunately I have. And...its a TV show - there are NO instructions about why my water won't boil in London just news about the "How to Boil Water" cooking show on the Food Network. ARGH

I'm never eating lunch. I have even cooked veggies to go in the pasta, pasta sauce ready...well now most of the veggies are in my stomach and I used the sauce for dipping - what is wrong with this picture people?!

Burr why did you have to take 3 buses at 6am to go to work today? Why couldn't you be here to fix this?! WAGH


SO HUNGRY HUNGRY ANNE

Do you remember that hungry hungry hippo game?! I cannot focus on tax returns when I'm about to eat my arm! Yes, I could just eat the other food in our tee tiny fridge but I want this!

Burr, I think I might need you to take those 3 buses back here ASAP - Love YA

You know you can't cook when.....

You cannot boil a pot of water!!!! What the heck?! I seriously started a pan with water in it approximately 1 hour ago and the water is still not boiling! What I have I done wrong? OK so...
1. pan...check
2. water...check
3. turn on stove ON HIGH...check...check...oh and checked like a million times
4. add a little salt ....check

HELP please! I am dying for some wholewheat penne for lunch, I even measured out my portion already - how I am going to eat uncooked pasta for lunch?! Its already 2pm here:-(

I totally blame this on London and stupid tiny flats. I mean what does the stove not like the rain outside?!

Will write more once I eat...
Hungry Anne

What to do without a tube?

Oh yes, The tube is officially "on strike." All lines shutdown tonight starting at 7pm. Which meant me and THOUSANDS of other people were piling in to the station and onto the train about 6pm. I thought I would be so clever as to "beat the rush" and leave early - OH NO. The train was crazy packed and since I was lugging my laptop home I had to use my computer bag as a weapon.*
*Side Note 1- The strollers as a weapon, from previous blogs, really is a better tool but my computer bag wasn't terrible.

I barely stumbled in the door exhausted from fighting everyone. Luckily, my group is working from home tomorrow. Unfor- Burr has to go babysit. Yes, babysit. He claims he has a bunch of first years working for him so he HAS to go in. So he is waking up at some horrific hour to go in and make sure everyone has work to do.

I did mention to him that you could (1) email (2) call (3) instant message (4) conference call (5) video call, etc. , etc. etc. his first years the instructions, but no I think Burr really just HAS to go to work. Apparently he is convinced he can take 3 buses at 5:30am tomorrow and be fine. (I am wondering how many other people have this idea?!!!) we shall see.

Miss you
Anne

Burr's Weekend Re-Cap

Hello, hello. Hope you had a good weekend. Quick update on the weekend.

Thursday night we had the Lane-Foxes over for appetizers/drinks before an informal dinner at Maroush.

Friday, we cut out of work mid-afternoon to make it to Gatwick for our Ryan Air flight to Dublin. An interesting note, if Ryan Air notifies you that as a non-EU passport holder you need to get a stamp validating your work visa to board (a) when you buy the tickets, (b) in its confirmation email and (c) on the actual boarding pass, then you may want to get that stamp. Otherwise, you get turned away at the gate with the agent saying, “Yeah, you won’t make this flight. You should go out and buy a ticket for the 8:45 flight.”

Anne and I joined an Australian dude at the service desk in the terminal to figure out next steps, when Anne turned on the waterworks. The lady at the desk felt the way I do when the tears come forth and literally ran back through security to get us the stamps we needed (Side Note 1: AT NO POINT DID ANYONE ACTUALLY LOOK AT OUR PASSPORT/VISA!!!). Anne, I and the Australian dude run a 400m sprint to the gate to the bewildered and still rude gate agent.

We land in Dublin and catch a bus into the city. Anne and Burr, super-tourists we are, don’t see a need to take down the address of the Westin, knowing we have a general idea of the area. After 60 minutes of walking around in circles and cold, we head towards the nearest line of cabs and are about to ask directions, when we realize we are directly in front of the hotel.

Needless to say, not a great start to the trip. However, it turned around quite quickly. I guess the Westin – Dublin doesn’t get many Starwood members with status checking in for the weekend, because the guy at check-in was uncomfortably gracious. Think Johan Hill’s character in Forgetting Sarah Marshall. Making this funnier was Anne trying to make a beeline for the elevator (someone had to go to the bathroom), and the guy wouldn’t give me the key until he handed me no less than 8 pamphlets. The upgrade meant that our junior suite was bigger than our London flat and a bathroom that was as large as our London bedroom. And the king-size Heavenly bed was a welcome sight as well.

We met Ed (camp friend and one of my groomsmen) who lives / goes to school in Dublin for dinner at a Mexican restaurant in Temple Bar. We then went to Temple Bar in Temple Bar for a drink, which was almost more American than the Hard Rock Café next door.

Saturday morning, we stayed in bed until 11 and therefore got a late start on the day. We’ve had amazing weather here in London. That luck apparently does not extend to the Emerald Isle. Stop number 1 was buying umbrellas. We then swung by Trinity College to see the Book of Kells before catching a cab to the Guinness storehouse. We took the tour and had our free pint. In case you were wondering about Anne’s natural sports talents, please check out this two-part pictorial of her trying to throw a coin into the lucky Guinness waterfall.

The weather was just too bad to do much more touring. With the Lions (British/Irish All-Star rugby team) playing a match in South Africa, the West Indies v. Australia Twenty20 cricket, England v. Argentina rugby, the French Open, England v. Kazakhstan soccer match and Ireland v. Bulgaria soccer match, Ed and I out-voted Anne to return to the hotel room to ride out the storm.

A six pack later, we emerged to get a drink at another pub in Temple Bar. Anne was all for this, until she realized that (a) every pub was showing the Ireland soccer match and (b) the pubs are not well insulated.

Dinner was at Ed’s favourite restaurant (a decent Japanese joint) and then Anne retired for a bubble bath. Ed and I hit yet another couple of pubs, before settling at the Porterhouse for a couple more pints and a classic rock cover band headed by a 60-year-old frontman.

We got up Sunday (again at 11) for a train ride down the Irish coast to Brey (see pic at top right) before catching the bus to the airport. No such drama at the airport this time and we arrived back at the flat by 7 PM.

Hope everyone has a great week. Talk to you next week.

Pics from Dublin!

All of us in Bray. Really pretty. Really Cold. Really windy.
I know my leg looks funny in the picture but its hard to stand on rocks people!!
Don't my white tennis shoes look "So American Tourist" - sick - must buy cool Euro shoes ASAP


Ed and Burr - These two guys were like giggling 10 year olds all weekend. They just made these silly jokes and laughed and laughed. So funny. We also reminised about camp life a lot. CFAB!! I've decided a couple things
(1) I think we should have a 100 year camp reunion in Europe for those people who cannot go back to MN for it - who's in?
(2) We definately need to start going to family camp each year. When I told Burr this he said "And what activities are you going to attend?" - I responded "Tree reading, sailing, high ropes, maybe dance, and candles" - to which he thought I could do here in london, but the reading in the tree just isn't the same , right Kacie?


Burr's Guinness mustache. (Note: this was one of his 14 beers on Saturday -woah!)



The happy fam at the Guinnes tour - SO happy to be inside because the weather was TERRIBLE.

Burr will do a weekend re-cap later.

I did not blog last week because I was sick. I had to use all my spare energy to work and sleep. If you have a problem - talk to my Mommy:-)

Love, Anne