I wanted a sultry dress, a gallon of sangria and organ meat for this holiday. I got a small town parade and a coffee break instead. Belle and I wrestled for chocolate chip cookies. Later on, I baked sweet potatoes, broiled a chicken and roasted carrots. Belle ate a couple fistfuls of pasta salad before she pushed my plate away. We took a warm bath, donned fresh clothes and took a walk around the block at dusk. I wouldn't have had it any other way, although I could have done without Cheerios in between my toes.