I think I always post a photo like this somewhere on my social media every year. I can't help it. I'm always so frakkin' ready to see winter go. I can't imagine how much anticipation is up north.I tried to wait until we had some actual sun, but since that won't happen for three more... Continue Reading →


I'm sending this pic to Webster's to go beside the word in their next dictionary edition.

Two mornings a week I don't go in to work until noon. On the other three mornings, it ranges from 7:30 to 9:00, depending on the day, the schedule, the position of the sun, the stock market in Japan, or whether I'm wearing socks. Seriously, some Nobel Prize mathematician would have to come up with... Continue Reading →

  A little more than seven years ago, this cream-colored, flame-point, blue-eyed cat scampered out of a bush and up The Husband's leg. When The Husband is home, this guy is never far from him, but when I'm the only human in the house, he supposes I'll have to do. Hashtag: chopped liver

Weekly Photo Challenge: Horizon

From The Daily Post... Two years ago, we went to North Myrtle (Beach, for those uninitiated with South Carolina cities) to see one of The Husband's all-time favorite bands. We also ended up seeing the southern side of Hurricane Irene as she headed up to the Outer Banks. But on that Sunday morning (the day... Continue Reading →

This Time of Year

Domino and Loki love the times of year when it's warm/cool enough to open the sliding glass door and they can lounge while looking over the land that they both believe they rule. Unfortunately, their barely tolerable relationship is tested even further by the fact that they have to share this small patch of carpet.... Continue Reading →

Luckily, It’s October

…because it'd really suck if I got this in January.

When The Husband’s Away

Mom? Mom? Dad's not here. Are you up? Wake up... No, actually, I don't know what an alarm clock is.

Camouflage… Ur Doing It Wrong

This guy made the 2.5-mile trek from the sandwich shop back to my office. Hopefully there was no Mrs. Grasshopper and little Grasshopper spawn awaiting his return home for the day.

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