Sometimes, I guess there just aren't enough rocks.

Yumm. Sundays are for eating, and we have a saying in the South that seems appropriate here - "man, was that some good eatin'."

Wade and I left the house just as the rain stopped for a delicious brunch at oh-so-cutesy Juniors. (we sat outside in the cold mist thus drank waay too many cups of coffee). Their oatmeal is to die for. They claim to soak the oats for hours (or maybe even days?) and serve the bowl with side cups of raisins, brown sugar, and maple syrup so you can make it to perfection. Wade had the greek omlette. Too much garlic for breakfast is always a good thing.



Then Hannah and I were treated to a celebratory dinner at Laurelhurst Market (she got a raise! thanks Lowens!) where we had close to one of everything on the menu. Highlights: trying Steak TarTar for the first time, the red peppers stuffed with halibut, the yummy gin drinks, and sopping up the leftover mussel juice with their delicious thick sourdough.

To rest our stomachs and minds, we went home and settled down with Trevor for a early fall viewing of Forrest Gump. It was right on time - but of course, when is it not.

An index of Forrest wisdom:

1. JFK: Congratulations, how do you feel? Forrest Gump: I gotta pee.
2. When I got tired, I slept. When I got hungry, I ate. When I had to go, you know, I went.
3. I'm sorry I had to fight in the middle of your Black Panther party.
4. My Mama always said you've got to put the past behind you before you can move on.
5. My momma always said you can tell a lot about a person by their shoes, where the go, where they've been. I've worn lots of shoes, I bet if I think about it real hard I can remember my first pair of shoes.
6. Sometimes, I guess there just aren't enough rocks.