Monday, June 28, 2010

Half and half fail

For my dad because he says I need to update my blog more.

I like cream in my coffee, but I don't deserve it. By now, I think I've wasted gallons (plural!) of half and half by forgetting to put it back in the fridge before racing off to catch the bus for work. A crying shame.

The scene of the crime last week.

Friday, June 25, 2010


Still sleeping.

Thursday, June 24, 2010

Driving stick

I may or may not need to learn to drive a stick. So far I've logged .25 hours on a tractor. Not quite the same as a car, but it's a start.

Can you drive a stick?

Friday, June 18, 2010

Little variety. Lots of cute.

Another fast week. Another dose of cuteness for your weekend. Expect more variety from me next week, although I can't make any guarantees.

This is cute, yes? And makes us up for my slacking, yes?

Friday, June 11, 2010


Oh, she's a saucy one.

That's some good rawhide.

Thursday, June 10, 2010

Crafty Carafe

My very own There, I Fixed It! I cracked the carafe to my coffee maker last night and needed some quick fix solution so that I could have coffee in the morning. Enter my tea kettle! Another option would have just been to buy coffee, but that would have a) been too easy and b) seriously conflicted with my miserly ways.

An excellent fix if I do say so myself. And, no, I didn't stage that flower.

I used the tea kettle's lid to depress the lever that allows the coffee to flow from the filter to the pot. Now, before you wonder why I just didn't turn the kettle the other way and use the spout to push the button, I tried that, and it didn't work.

Extreme close-up (ignore the griminess)!

Monday, June 7, 2010

What time is it, Mr. Shark?

This is not a casual stroll. This is an intense game of What time is it, Mr. Shark? Google reveals this game is more commonly called What time is it, Mr. Fox?, but whatever, everything is always more fun with a shark.

It's about to be lunch time.

Friday, June 4, 2010


To demonstrate her opposition to us going to dinner, Penny exiled herself under the dining room table.

 Such angst.