When Carol and I weren't gallavanting all over kingdom come we worked side by side in our visual journals. She's little, so she gets the little fold out table in front of the window that looks out on the porch. We talk a little, but mostly make grunts, squeals, squeeks, and occasional loud guffaws. There is a lot of pointing and cursing. It goes something like this:
No it's not, where'd you get it?
From your rub-on box.
I forgot I had THAT!
What about THAT?
It's a mask
Did you cut it?
No you did.
Scissors and pens fly through the air. The cat posse sits on the porch table and looks in, worried looks on all their faces.
Carol makes us martinis. Limoncello lemon drops.
And my personal favorite: Dutch Harvest. You'll want the recipe.
1 oz. green apple vodka (Carol puts 2 oz. in hers)
3/4 oz. peach schnapps
3 oz. cranberry juice
shake shake shake
pour into martini glass rimmed with cinnamon and sugar. Put on some music. Carry on. Try not to knock over martini with flying scissors or ink bottles.