I love the way the flowers look with the dried grass.
I pulled a muscle in my back last night, getting the dog’s ball out from under the tv stand. Now every time I move, it spasms. Good times!
I can’t prove it, but I’m pretty sure this is all somehow Piglet’s fault.
I picked up groceries on my way home from work, so today was basically Piglet’s favorite day ever. He sat in a paper bag for a couple of hours, then he spent some quality time in a plastic bag. It’s good to have options.
Grocery pickup day is Piglet’s favorite day. I always let him have a bag to hide out in. He’ll usually stay in there for a few hours, having a think.
Every morning when I get out of the shower, I have a near death experience. I should probably get a lighter color bath mat.
Do not touch. It bites.
Every damn night, Piglet rolls around on the kitchen rug and then rucks it up so he can get under it and make a blanket fort. He is the worst.
Grocery day is Piglet’s favorite day. He always commandeers one of the bags for a fortress of solitude. He hung out there for a couple of hours.
Polly is feeling great and getting chubby. You can no longer feel her vertebrae or hip bones.
Polly stole Piglet’s box. So far, he doesn’t seem to have noticed. She’s gotten a lot bolder, now that she’s feeling better.
red paper boat 