It turns out there’s only so much cleaning you can do in one day. Not long after my last post, I suddenly ran out of motivation for sorting through everything I’ve ever owned (EXCEPT for Purple Mouse, just to add insult to injury). Odd how that works, don’t you think?
Instead, you get a glimpse of recent times. There’s either “so much more” or “so much less”, depending on your standpoint.
I’ll have to start with this squirrel, because it made me laugh so hard I nearly peed myself:
Clearly, it has yet to discover the Courtois Café. (Free Birdseed! Not just for birds anymore!! Open all day and all night! Watch out for crazy men with helicopters!) I was absently walking to the car when it suddenly rushed past me, tripping over its foil. I was sure I’d never get my camera out in time, but fortunately its destination was within range.
Alright, let’s go back a bit. Picasso was fantastic. (Did I talk about this? Not sure what to say anyway.) I very much miss the whole company, meaning we must have had a little too much fun.
Flowers from my male counterpart, who is probably the nicest man in the world.
My father was not to be outdone:
I feel very well loved.
Okay, this is sort of random selection as I’m an unreliable photographer. Maybe this is only exciting to me, but come on.
67,676. I could hardly believe that it happened while I had the odometer on this setting (I often leave the trip odometer set out of gas mileage curiosity), while I had a camera on me, and while I could reasonably pull over to take a picture in the first place.
What else…OH! I guess you could call this important, huh:
My Sneak came home for the holidays, at least for a while. She eventually left, because Pittsburgh is clearly cooler than sniffly little sisters who crash all your outings. (Yes, I did.)
Next came the (unplanned, almost–) annual G4 Finlayson cousin photo.
I’ll bet you can’t guess how many tries it took to capture us all a)Looking at the camera, b)Making decent faces, and c)Dogless.
Squeaky had a wonderful Christmas.
Oddly enough, so did Pengie…
I never heard them discussing this…It must run in the family.
We modestly supported the local (Sault Ste. Siberia) economy:
Shush, they’re birds. Of course I wanted it?
I’m a softie for anything with feathers and/or giant ears.
Aside from that?
I’m going to make stuff until my hands fall off; thanks for asking.