Stretched weekend.

 Friday.

+ soup that disappeared before cameras were even out.

Saturday/Sunday.

"The PEACHES way" - but heroin not included.
(PS: Contrary to what seems to be a popular belief, I'm not an alcoholic, neither am I a drunk. Just felt like saying that).
However, perfectly crispy bacon included.

It felt like blasphemy and an utterly pedestrian thing to consume while watching Top Chef though.

Monday.

Screen grabs from a highly stylish Skype conference with baby Alex. Conclusion: my nephew and I share the love for using everyday objects as hats.

Totally.