Broken Disco Balls

O Ravioli, Ravioli wherefore art thou Ravioli? I know exactly where that can of chef boyardee is, but I'm way too comfortable to climb out of bed stumble to the microwave and nuke it.

Since we're on the topic of food I thought I'd share a few snaps from a luncheon last weekend. Everything was lovely, from the tables set up in the road to the yummy food. Plus, I finally got another chance to wear my little black dress, the pieces of glass give it an extra Omph! There's nothing quite like looking as if you've got a broken disco ball super glued to your frock.

 I'm going to drink some water and go to sleep before the hunger pangs get unbearable.
 Happy Wednesday!