
…to being told when to nap.
And no, I’m not letting that thing, whatever it is, out of her little pen. I think it might be a small, nippy demon.
A place for my photos and thoughts and stuff.
…to being told when to nap.
And no, I’m not letting that thing, whatever it is, out of her little pen. I think it might be a small, nippy demon.
That’s a good Baptist breakfast!
She’s so different than the little mite we brought home at the beginning of the month.
And I kind of ignored the recommended gauge…
It’s supposed to be a shawl. And it is…for a large couch. Or a small car.
This is a taut noir-horror-thriller hybrid about a serial killer who targets women with disabilities, and a mute woman’s efforts to avoid becoming the next victim. It’s very well shot, and has an ever-escalating feeling of claustrophobia and tension. I’m not a fan of Dorothy McGuire, but she’s quite good in a role that limits her to non-verbal communication.
You can watch it here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NBOGY6GPg6s
I offer it without apology…
“I dindoo nuffin’!”
Just a gal with her stick…
Zoomies!
Things are about to get a bit bitey.
Puppy tummies are the best. Not much else to say here.
Cankle power!
Puppy ‘tocks!
“I dindo nuffin’!” but with ears standing up.
Also a joy to see this piece of classic signage, straight outta the mid 1940s…
Cutie pie, bringer of chaos. A great many of the plants you see in these images will be gone shortly, for the protection of one who puts *everything* in her mouth.
R. I. P. backyard garden.
A casualty of COVID…the weird and wonderful Angelo and Vinci’s in Fullerton. The food was never of world-beating quality, but the decor made the experience of eating there great fun.
Just to refresh your memory…here was Josie in week 1.
Here she is a week later…
I’d say she grew a little.