This was a most excellent weekend. We went to the beach, where I almost ruined a really nice dress, but the water was warm and Foos was having blast, which made it worth it. We did our part to welcome fall (even though the temp was in the mid 80s) and salute basic bitches everywhere, by baking pumpkin muffins. I felt a little like the patron saint of baked goods after offering these to my neighbors, a madonna of fat treats. I suppose there are worse things to be. A shot of Banjo is included, on a chair he isn’t allowed to sit in, because he is the best.