Sometimes I have to put on pretty shoes (or any shoes) to get some writing done.
I baked myself a cake: strawberry buttermilk cake, to be precise. (Based on that Smitten Kitchen raspberry buttermilk cake that I’ve totally made and linked to, here, many times. Of course, too lazy to track down the link right now…)
Wrinkles and snoring.
This blue vest is my new favorite thing — it’s the birthday present I bought for myself. (Do you do this? If not, you should.)
Another handspun eternity scarf in action. This is the first one I knit.
I picked a fight with the driveway the other day. A sheet of ice, courtesy of some early morning freezing rain, means that I’ve got a bloody knuckle and a banged up hip. Tough to get old. My students were sweet, though — I held up my fist and one of them said, “What’s the other guy look like?”
This face is what I saw when I woke up on Thursday — I’d been trying to sleep in, and I didn’t set an alarm. Hello, sweetness.
Boh seems to know that I’m in the market for a little extra puppy love these days. I’ll take it.
Oh. My. Goodness. I swear, he puts that bone around his leg like a bracelet all by himself.
And then proceeds to take a nap.
Snowbird in action.
Boh performs “lap dog” quite well sometimes. Happy Friday, friends.