creeping
“Potty? Now? No, thank you.”
(photo via bullshit)
Oh, how times have changed. My Mom likes to tell me about a pre-Weight Watchers group she belonged to back in the 60s. At each meeting, they’d weigh in at the beginning & if you had gained any weight, you had to sit through the rest of the meeting wearing a pig-nose that was affixed to your face via a rubberband strap.
We laugh & laugh when she tells that story.
A post from from ten years ago – my mom was still alive!
yesterday
That. Suit. The 80s were something else, I tell ya. Said the old lady with the purple & turquoise hair.
Time to stop and take a moment to admire one of my favorite trees at sunset. That’s when we walk now, mostly. I haven’t been able to face the cold in the morning, not yet. The older I get, the less my body cooperates. Enjoy the unlimited use of your knees while you’ve still got it, kids.
Good lord, these are gorgeous.
Last year. Variations on a theme.
I’ve been experimenting with the square crop lately, a whole new world. It seems it might be better for wall art. Now everything looks like a CD cover to me.
“DO NOT, (this cannot be stressed enough), DO NOT, pass gas arbitrarily on this diet. You think you know…and then you don’t and then it’s all over and you miss an eyelash tint.”
Tonight. This is just the cutest building. I mean, come on.
yesterday
undersea
white walkers
last night