In my head, that's how it looked. But, now trying to find a picture, I guess it wasn't all that beautiful. It was still very pretty and I'm very blessed to live so close to what people consider paradise.
When I got home at around 4pm, I was starving and not really up for thinking about cooking. However, I had a huge craving for pasta. The sound of it just made my mouth water (and the fact that it was extremely easy to make). I made cheese ravioli with meat sauce because sometimes James likes to order that when we go to Olive Garden. I figured he would enjoy the meal then. It was delicious and hit the spot. The first bite was spectacular, even though I just dumped box pasta in water with meat and jarred sauce. I had the meal with a big glass of milk. I love drinking milk with spaghetti, it makes me feel like a kid again.
As promised, I attempted to take cute photos (like Hello Nickel) of my Oliver. This was the best picture I could get, and it's a pathetic one. He's not very cooperative.