all fresh-faced and 2004.
It's funny because I remember I hadn't felt like washing my hair,
so I shoved it into a ponytail and felt a little grungy
but 8 years later I'm like, aw.
And I still have/wear that jacket and scarf.
Whether that's sad I don't know.
But these were the Paramount days.
When you took me to the Dr. Phil show and then on a mini-tour
and we saw Oscar statues and a Titanic dress or two and what's-his-face-from-24 basking in the sun.
Ha ha mwah.
She's 10 now, or so we have decreed,
since her actual birthday was never known.
The children insist on presents for the fur-creatures
and so she got a new collar.
Which I kind of love.
Still crazy as ever, that Bender.
And she has two lumps, which I haven't talked about.
Bailey has three or more.
Bailey's are not attached, Bender's are.
I don't know what it means and don't like to ponder. They're old, those dogs.
Today's photo-of-the-day was "starts with 'c," so mine was CS Lewis,
whose full name I cannot get over.
I've begun again.
It does kind of put the movie to shame.
Even though I love the movie, too.
Gummy eyeballs are a little creepy.
Another photo-of-the-day: Clothes.
That car crash, ripped from the newspaper. See? Obliterated.
I do tend to fixate and need to move on, clearly,
but it still does give me the occasional shivers.
I managed to not only remember that my car's state inspection was due,
but forced myself to schedule it on time.
Grown-up merit badge! Sewing it my sash. Anyway.
Blessedly, the car passed. Remember last year, when it didn't? And I was at Shady McShaderson's fine Goodyear establishment and narrowly escaped like a few hundred dollars later? That was terrible.
So anyway, the universe made up for that one at the Honda dealership with
fresh-popped popcorn, free bottled water, a bowl of fresh fruit, candy and soda if I had wanted it,
and an inexplicable free mini-mani for Wednesday-Ladies-Day. What? I know.
It's a CAR PLACE.
But I'm not complaining at all. My nails still feel lovely.
Another photo-a-day, which was on Monday, which was moon,
which was absolutely not happening in the midst of Frankenstorm.
So I asked K.Lo for a book with the moon, and she delivered in 30 seconds flat.
And look how nicely they clean up, those little ones. Aw.