Darlings, are any of you surprised that we spent it with the fabulous Bennett-Shelton clan? All summer long, Laura's been bugging us to come out to her "dump" of a country house and last week we said "Screw all this work we have!" and finally took her up on the offer.
How fabulous is this bitch? The one on the right.
This is Laura's "dump":
And here's her back yard:
What a shithole, right? Frankly, we were offended. If you can't accommodate guests, then
don't invite them! Is that so much to ask?
Laura tried to cover for the appalling lack of space for her guests by frantically trying to prove that she knows how to cook and shop:
We were so shocked at the sight of Laura pushing a grocery cart with a screaming baby in it - and
no diamonds - that we had to take a picture right there in the supermarket.
Later, Laura demonstrates her shucking abilities to a dubious Tom.
Okay, all bitchery aside (for once), Peter and Laura were fantastic hosts. There was never a moment when we weren't either stuffed with food or plied with alcohol, the latter being absolutely
essential if you're going to be out in the country with seven
extremely active boys under the age of 12 (5 Sheltons and 2 friends). And, as should be obvious by the pictures, their "dump" was of course, no such thing.
Even Frank gets weekends in the country.
Lorenzo escapes the testosterone-fueled blur of hyperactivity for some quiet reflection and posing.
Tom is moody because he can't find his Margarita.
That baby is obsessed with glasses. We had to hide our sunglasses every time we were near him. Total accessories queen.
Pierson and Finn
Truman and Pierson
Fab Mommy
Bad Daddy
[Photos: projectrungay.blogspot.com]
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