I got nothing.

I got nothing in terms of house related progress since we had company this weekend. So allow me to blog briefly about that and I hope I don't bore you all into a sleepy stupor.

My mother-in-law and her husband (Mr. FC's stepdad) came to visit for Mother's Day. I'm lucky enough to have wonderful, warm, and hilarious in-laws so good times were definitely had. Amazing what one can pack into 4 days: a day-long scenic train ride up to Pike's Peak (14,000 ft elevation--hello, woozy), the Farmer's Market in Boulder, a sushi lunch at Hapa, dinner and a movie in Denver, a Mother's Day brunch, a day at the Museum of Nature and Science, and dinner & dessert fondue at our house. I of course haven't uploaded any of the pictures we took and besides, do you really want to see my crooked shots of food and such?

In between these going-ons, I stepped away from family time to meet up with some girlfriends for drinks at Corridor 44, Denver's only champagne bar (no, I'm not a lush rude daughter-in-law; we had planned this before the 'rents booked their flight).
Believe me, I would not have been shy about snapping shots of the place, but Mr. FC had the camera. So hopefully these from their site will suffice. The decor was French glam, the ambiance was sultry, and the very informative waitresses wore chic skinny black pants, black camisoles, and multiple strands of pearls, knotted casually as only the French could pull off.

We shared a bottle of Mumm Napa Brut Prestige (a medium-bodied California sparkling wine) and laughed until champagne shot out of our noses. We are klassy. It was pretty much awesome. Did you know that champagne technically has to be produced in the Champagne region of France in order to claim that classification? I learned that in French class years ago. Good thing, because there was no way I was going to retain any new information after a few glasses of bubbly.

This place had me at 'sparkly chandeliers' and 'tufted'.
A gilt framed mirror, bold striped wallpaper, upholstered chairs, and (if you squint) a zebra print rug.

And if you're still awake after that exciting snapshot of my weekend, I leave you my never-fail-so-good-you-might-name-your-firstborn-child-after me simple chocolate fondue recipe:

3 bars of your favorite milk chocolate, broken into little chunks (no snob here, I use Hershey's Symphony)
1/2 cup of milk (2%)
20 large marshmallows (cut in half for better melting results)
optional: a shot of your favorite fruity liquer like Grand Marnier
{I use an electric fondue pot, but you can also prepare this in a saucepan on the stovetop and transfer it to your fondue pot.}

Set the fondue pot on low (or the "dessert" temperature setting). Combine the milk and chocolate. Stir often. When the chocolate and milk become a smooth, shiny consistency, stir in marshmallows and add a splash more milk if it's too thick. Let marshmallows melt into mixture (it's OK to step away and do other things, just make sure to give it a stir every few minutes). Once marshmallows have completely melted, turn temperature down just a bit to prevent any scorching. Serve with your choice of dippers. I use strawberries, fresh pineapple chunks, cubed poundcake, and wafer cookies.

By the way, what do you call your in-laws?
I call them by their first names but I have friends who call them 'Mom' and 'Dad'.
I just can't do that without laughing.