And we made fondue.
There was much cheese to grate. PB&J look on.
Pat took his turn. I did too, but it would have been counterproductive for me to photograph myself grating cheese.
The ladies prepared an impressive array of dippable delights for our fondue dinner.
The ladies needed a photo, but apparently, they also needed a different camera.
Beth and Mike make nice.
And then things started to get silly.
It was starting to get a little ridiculous. We don't remember what exactly, but it clearly was.
We finally settled into a friendly game of Apples to Apples. We spent entirely too much time playing this last time, so we figured at least a few rounds were in order.
Lisa developed a bad case of the hiccups, so someone suggested the tried and true method of drinking from the wrong side of the glass. Note: it did not work.
Dessert fondue followed, alog with the littlest birthday cake, for Mike's 3-0.
