Today is one of those days when I am extra aware of the fact that I am a living human being, with legs and arms and a body that fills with breath every few seconds.
Sometimes Rolo looks like one of those starving street dogs from Mexico. But in a cute way.
I woke up a few mornings ago to see Steve and Rolo. They were spooning.
All work and no play makes Amanda a nut job. This is how I spent my Saturday night, while the paint dried, and the fumes I had been inhaling all day finally caught up with me.
There was turkey, there was stuffing, there was pumpkin pie. And there was paint. The majority of my weekend, aside from a delicious meal with family and friends on Sunday evening, was spent painting our kitchen.
Well, I think I have polluted the internet with more than enough rambling and unnecessary photography, so I will bid you all adieu for tonight. Here’s a final self-portrait to tide you over until tomorrow.
Rolo and I both have long snouts.
But at least they are good for something.
To waste ice cream is to sin against nature.