As only those in our, thankfully, former postal code filled with overpriced homes and overeducated people can do.
The inaugural Virginia post on one of our favorite sports.
Our verdict? 🍷🍷🍷/4 for the wine. 🍷🍷/4 for the scenery.
Part reconnaissance, part introduce-Giroud-to-weekend-outings, and entirely an otherwise delightful way to spend a hot and steamy summer D.C. weekend.
Clayton Theodore Foxhound III
The terrible news came a couple of weeks before we moved. Cancer. His health declined rapidly, and the morning after we arrived in our new home he looked at us, his eyes saying, “It’s time.”
He joined our family as “wild, active, and goofy,” and that is how he will forever be remembered.