I love coffee. Sometimes people try to switch my coffee to decaf when I’m not looking. I can always tell the difference. I also like Pringles, but only the reduced fat kind because they crunch better when you bite into them and they don’t leave grease on your fingers. I’m…
I’ve known Holly and Rob for years now. Since Holly and I worked together on Nick News. She was one of my first clients and one of my most loyal. Just before the holidays, I photographed her family pictures. She mentioned specifically that she wanted an “Anthropologie” look with the…
For those of my clients who celebrate the holidays and have a Christmas or Holiday tree in their house, I’m excited to announce that I am offering this beautiful product for the season! It’s a stunning pewter ornament with a metal photograph (of your choice, of course) printed right onto…
This here is what happens when I leave my yarn out.
And this is her ‘I know I’m guilty, please don’t be mad’ face.
You might remember the fact that Sean and I were searching for an old “It’s better in the Bahamas” 70s mug? No? Well, I’m too lazy to go back through my archives and find it…maybe I will later. But right now? It’s 8am and I just now got my coffee…
When Luna gets tired…like, REALLY tired…this is how she sleeps. With her paws covering her face. The only thing I can figure is that the stress of the move completely tuckered her out. She slept for like 3 days straight when we got to the new place. And did so without ANY PROZAC!
I just picked Luna up from the kennel this morning. Whenever I am away from her for a week or so, I always forget that she’s really not that big of a dog. About 35-40 lbs. She barely comes to my knees. So this morning when I picked her up, I reached down and wrapped my arms around her tiny body. As I bent, she thrashed and knocked her hard skull into the bridge of my nose, making me drop her leash. She took off, running in circles around the lobby of the veterinarian’s office and it took three of us to finally catch her. Standing there with my nose throbbing, her leash in one hand and her Prozac in the other, I realized her size has nothing to do with the kind of dog she is. She may be petite in size, but that personality of hers can match any 90 lb Lab or Great Dane or Boxer.
I am thankful that Luna hasn’t attacked any other dogs since February. I am also thankful that none of her victim’s owners have sued me.
Although I miss home and wish I were with my family over the holidays, I am thankful to have such amazing friends in the city who take me in like the pathetic orphan I am. I am also thankful that these friends are AMAZING cooks.
I am thankful that I have not yet burnt down my kitchen making side dishes for today.
And lastly, I’m thankful for my crazy family…without whom, I’d be totally sane. And really–who needs sanity?
Happy Thanksgiving everybody!
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