Dill hamburger pickle? Yes, of course Franny will eat it!
Category: Photography
And That Handwriting!
I don’t remember ever having such legible, tidy handwriting. Who wrote that?!
Obsessive Note Taking
I’ve been going through some old college notebooks, looking for stuff to use for collage backgrounds. This one is crammed with teeny tiny supplemental notes. I’m trying to imagine being that focused on ANYTHING, now, and failing miserably. Who the hell was that person who took all these notes?!
“No, I will not get out of bed.”
Frances is not always a fan of mornings. She likes to get up, go outside, come back in, have her breakfast, and then GO BACK TO BED.
Bedtime for Frances
Old Stuff
Archives has been cleaning out old junk from their office. They leave it outside the door with a “free” sign, for people to take. I periodically wander by to see what’s on offer. One day it was a giant box of hanging file folders (excellent score for the genealogy stash!), another it was a bunch of engraving plates, and most recently, it was a large, crumbly roll of old posters. I didn’t realize they were all the same poster when I took the entire roll, but that’s okay. They’re interesting and will be a nice addition to the collage stash, when I finally get them home.
Instant Review: Edamame
I’ve been eating a lot of edamame recently and have found that, while the dry roasted are a little bit ugly, they are far superior in taste and texture to the freeze dried variety I found at Target (Simply Balanced brand). The dry roasted ones also do not glow in the dark. Seriously. I don’t know what the Simply Balanced edamame is dyed with, but it’s a violent shade of green. Nothankyou!
Toilet! In! A! Bag!
It’s been a while since we’ve had any new Things! In! Bags!, but the custodians are finally back at it.
Breakfast of Champions
I may never sleep again.
When It Rains
Frances went to the vet on Thursday. I found a couple of lumps on her undercarriage and was concerned about them. Turns out they were not the fatty tumors of my dreams, but are mammary tumors. So she’s going to need surgery, which is going to be HELLA expensive. Holy crap, I almost choked on my spleen when they gave me the estimate! $1400-1700, depending on what they find once they get inside her.
So if any of y’all have thought to yourself, “Gee, I’d love to have one of those weird little collage-y things she makes all for my very own,” now is your lucky day. I’ve put some stuff up on Etsy. Everything is US$50 or under, except for one artist book.
But just look at the adorable puppy! She has no idea how much anxiety she causes for me, or how stinkin’ cute she is. She just wants it to stop raining. AND SO DO I.
red paper boat 