It's all a matter of personal taste

How do you like your steak? If you said "rare," you may reconsider if you're ever invited to the Schmidt's house for steak dinner. I swear, one minute you see my dad walk outside to the grill with the steak and walk right back in with it the next. The poor cow was still asking for it's last rights even as I brought it the first bite to my mouth. Don't worry, it wasn't something a little nuke in the microwave couldn't fix.


Eli looks like he felt right at home in Mimi's arms. Once he settled down, he fell right to sleep. What an angel.