Wednesday, August 19, 2009

*black & white wednesday.

J woke me up no less than 13 times this morning growling and bah-woofing at slamming car doors, coughing neighbors, and pausing hummingbirds, only moving to what he thinks is an only-dogs-can-hear low-level whine when I hissed at him that there are starving boys and girls in Africa who'd love to have him for dinner.

I would make a splendid mother.

I filled out and addressed 18 baby shower invitations today, and while I'm really happy with them, my thumb is now curiously numb.

Tonight I plan to get in the kitchen for some much-needed sandwich-making, but in the meantime I leave you with some studies in colorlessness.


Because no matter how shifty,


no matter how incognito,


no matter how troublemaking,


there's just something startlingly pretty about it.


What's Next? says:
at: 8:10 AM said...

Hey, Roscoe resembles that remark! :)



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I am a work in progress. I perpetually need a hair cut. I'm totally devoted to my remarkable nieces and nephew. I am an elementary home cook and a magazine worker bee. (Please criticize my syntax and spelling in the comments.) I think my dog is hilarious. I like chicken and spicy things. I have difficulty being a grown-up. Left to my own devices, I will eat enormous amounts of cheese snacks of all kinds.