mmmm Fudge

The Biltmore

I’d like to live in a house that everyone simply knows by its grand name. “The Q”. Hmmm, that doesn’t quite have the a stately ring to it. Anyway, Mr. Q and I motored on over to the Biltmore. Here, I’ll spend the day as a total tourist. Wearing my shorts and black dress socks … heheh only kidding, taking pictures right and left. This destination is one I know I shall return. Hopefully in the winter, I imagine it is beautiful. A trip in the spring might be in order too. Driving Mr. Q through the gardens was quite boring since all the flowers are dead. It has potential though. We like potential.

By the way, the wine is good here and the fudge even better. (I don’t like chocolate).