MS cooked an excellent chicken picatta for Valentines Day. Does anyone go out for Valentines anymore? Staying in is so much more enjoyable, and I don't miss my 9 p.m. bedtime. I'm not kidding.
Namath did his best version of "McKayla is not impressed". When I first took this picture, I thought his bone was his leg, and I was REAL impressed with his flexibility.
We had a showdown of sorts. It was inevitable. There's a cat that stealthily frequents the hill behind our house, but Namath's sharp vision was not fooled. Five months after we moved in, he caught wind of it and chased him into the storm drain. Good work, Namath.
We spent an evening enjoying views of the Magic City. Isn't she pretty?
A fancy drink at a laid back evening with some friends. Strawberries and champagne should be a regular part of my life.
Namath has taken to eating rocks out of the fire place. This includes hiding them under his bed for later snacking. The loud crunching and cracking is not discreet, buddy. Nor is he when you try to take them away from him. Yikes.
MS headed for a night in the woods last Friday. Namath was left with me for a night of DVR'd girl shows. He was so excited!
In an effort to bring on Spring, I've painted my toenails "Ate Berries in the Canaries" and started back running after work. Yesterday, MS did the same across town.
Move over, JT, the Searson's are in sync. I'll end on that lame joke.
2 comments:
Thank goodness our bullies are not the only ones that eat those fireplace rocks.
Look out JT...this is good stuff!
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