Complete with dog hair.
After 15 years of blogging, I’ve come to hate titles. All these years.. through so many iterations of this blog.. I think I’ve utilized every conceivable title twice over. So ‘tree’; we’ll keep it simple.
Hate this year’s lights. I like soft, twinkly little fairy lights but these were at Home Depot for 5 bucks a box, so the man picked them up and voila! We’re blessed with these harsh, bright, non-twinkly bastards.
That’s okay. I’ve got an entire year to find the correct lights.
Well, that sounds bitchy. Which is not what I’m feeling at all.
My funny little girl is ten today. I can’t believe it.
Playing with Dad…
She played very carefully with kitties…
And used to go into the spare room to look at herself for company when her sister died.
And August of this year. A little the worse for wear, but still my lovely girl.
Happy Birthday you silly, hardheaded bitch. You’re not going anywhere soon.
I had to get a photo of her today, though it’s not like she was going to look at me! This was right after her bath.
This female Anhinga could have been the ‘Totem’ bird. Took the picture from a fair distance, so it’s not exceptional… but I could identify her.
According to my Birds of North America its proper name is ‘Anhinga Anhinga’, which is a little strange since all the other birds have strings of unpronounceable names…
It’s election day here in the United States, but Daisy doesn’t know. And as her person I feel safe in telling you that she wouldn’t care if she did.
The Dachshund’s vocation (and obsession, if we’re being honest) as huntress sort of rejects any political thought but as her hobbies include barking at strangers and lying pink-belly-up in the sun, you might be inclined to wonder if she’s had aspirations.
Well, no. That’s one of the things I love about her; the uncomplicated, primitive nature of her being eschews anything civilized.
Bree… well, she thinks too much… so, probably. And we all know that Badger wants to rule the world…
As for me, I’m more of a Daisy today. I don’t care. Not just because I’ve been sick and feel like ick… but because it doesn’t matter. I’ve come to believe that anyone running for president these days must be mentally ill. One wants your guns and one wants a wall and it’s all control. Gun control and immigration control and meanwhile, we’re importing jihadists who want to blow us up because of some guy name Mo. It’s unreal and surreal.
Going back into Daisy mode now. At least until I drag my ass across the street to vote.
I had a truly inspired post title until *poof*! Happens when you get old(er). Can’t remember where I left my glass of water half the time and have no idea why I was in such a hurry to get from one room to another…
Here’s a lie. Well, a washed out half truth. I prefer this to what I posted on FB yesterday, but that had its purpose.
Finished coloring a page. Takes me a couple months because I only work on them a few moments each day. Yes, that is a little odd.
Took this yesterday. Seems to suit the season.