
I have been craving sushi for weeks, so Sid and I met at RA for lunch. Boy oh boy - it hit the spot!


She didn't move. She didn't make a dash for the door. She stood there. Staring. Radiating disappointment. Poor Dixie.
I spent most of the morning downstairs - on the computer, making/drinking coffee. The dogs were nowhere to be found and that was fine with me.
I am having furious Sookie Stackhouse withdrawls. You know the series by now, don't you? The Charlaine Harris book series about Sookie Stackhouse, the telepathic waitress in Bon Temps, Louisiana? The series that HBO's True Blood is based on? Well, do you know it? DO YOU?
NOTE: I'm on Santa's naughty list for being a terrible photo blog participant. I didn't take a single photo over the weekend, except for our Friday night outing. So, for Saturday and Sunday, I'm cheating and using some photos I took during the week.
Frosty is an old pal. We've had him for several years - some of which we left him dismembered in a stuffy box in a hot, lonely attic. Miraculously, he still loves us. I remember one Christmas several years ago, we had him inside thinking Makenzie would get a kick out of him. She didn't. Instead she ran screaming from the room. Way to go, Aunt Leigh.
So, it's only November 22. What gives?
So, why would I post such an unflattering photo? I don't know! Of all the photos in my camera for the day, I was drawn to this one. I think it's because I see myself in ten years. The camera angle draws attention to crows feet that don't exist in the normal light of day. Sid says I'm being hard on myself, but truly, I'm not! The photo doesn't bum me out one bit.