I went away to the country for the weekend with Elly and Joe. We met up with Elly's husband Doug and daughter Tova at Doug's parents' house in Mystic. I've never been to Connecticut before and really had no idea what to expect. It was very quaint. All of the houses were incredibly old, somehow in a charming, non-"decrapidated" way. (Sorry, that's my sister's made up word for a mixture of decrepit, dilapidated, and crap. She's really cute when she says it.) I was almost expecting to see Benjamin Franklin peek his head out of a window.
Doug and his dad Dave took Joe out on the ocean for some fishing, and we ate the fish they caught for dinner. At dinner I accidentally said "That's what she said" in front of Doug's parents. Doug's mom Judy let us go through all her vintage knitting patterns (so fun!), and Elly and I walked around town during the art fair. My favorite memories are of running around the backyard with Tova, roasting marshmallows, and playing pinball in the basement.
If you're reading this, Elly, I really miss you already! And Doug and Tova too.