Let's try this again.
I don't feel like talking. I'll share some visuals though.
Growing my bangs out. Couldn't handle another summer of them, too heavy. This is me at work today, ecstatic that they're finally staying out of my eyes.
My latest nephew, Logan, and I. I will also be his godmother. Poor baby got meningitis when he was only a week and a half old, was in the hospital for 2 or 3 weeks.
I'm so maternal looking, I know.
:)
Fireworks in Pittsburgh on the 4th.
Mr. Tumnus enjoying my purse before I washed it. He's SO grey looking, isn't he? Poor fellow's getting old.
Cedric stealing my shoes. Huge, isn't he?
My golden dragoness. Also huge.
Cookie and Taz. <3
Logan and I the day he was born, May 27th.
Menage a trois . . .
Luke's graduation.
That'll do. I need sustenance, and then need to watch Jules et Jim (because I missed it last night and the last night of class because of my car's starter dying) and write a reflection paper on it. Or some other French movie of my choice. Last minute. It IS me, after all. Also need to carry the Cookster downstairs so she can go out. Her back legs have been giving out on her the last couple days.
If I seem rather blunt and apathetic, it's because I am.
Growing my bangs out. Couldn't handle another summer of them, too heavy. This is me at work today, ecstatic that they're finally staying out of my eyes.
My latest nephew, Logan, and I. I will also be his godmother. Poor baby got meningitis when he was only a week and a half old, was in the hospital for 2 or 3 weeks.
I'm so maternal looking, I know.
:)
Fireworks in Pittsburgh on the 4th.
Mr. Tumnus enjoying my purse before I washed it. He's SO grey looking, isn't he? Poor fellow's getting old.
Cedric stealing my shoes. Huge, isn't he?
My golden dragoness. Also huge.
Cookie and Taz. <3
Logan and I the day he was born, May 27th.
Menage a trois . . .
Luke's graduation.
That'll do. I need sustenance, and then need to watch Jules et Jim (because I missed it last night and the last night of class because of my car's starter dying) and write a reflection paper on it. Or some other French movie of my choice. Last minute. It IS me, after all. Also need to carry the Cookster downstairs so she can go out. Her back legs have been giving out on her the last couple days.
If I seem rather blunt and apathetic, it's because I am.