A Surfer and... A Lasagna.

I wish I was starting this post by apologizing for my absence, but:
"I've been climbing Mt. Everest!"
"I've been attending medical school!"
"I've been held captive by an outrageously good looking bunch of Portuguese men!"

But, you know, that's not the case.
What's really happened is that I've gotten this new roommate
(you all knew I couldn't handle living alone)
and we've been busy creating masterpieces in the kitchen.

Yeah, that's not true either.
But we made a lasagna!
And that is the truth!
Proof (photos brought to you via shitty iPhone camera):

Farmer's Market fresh veggies

Those Japanese love their phallic vegetables.  This is Japanese

eggplant.  Obviously we purchased them for really mature
culinary research purposes, and not because they look like Gonzo's

penis.

Wait for it..

Lasagna!

Then this weekend, there was this couchsurfer. 
We played Jenga.
Proof (brought to you by a real camera, but hey, I'm no photographer):

We're pretty certain that this was a record-breaking game of jenga.

Didn't bother to confirm that, but we're pretty sure, anyway.

The surfer (Matt) and the tower.

Building a "giraffe."

Jenga art.

Oh, and then there was Marcy Playground.

Right here in Fort Smith!

A whole night of 1995.  It was a glorious experience.

Proof (brought to you by Coors Light):

and to answer your question, it smelled just like Sex and Candy.

So, but, I've missed you guys dearly.

Let's never be apart again.

Oh, except that school starts back tomorrow and my life is officially over.

See you around Christmas, Blogpals.