This Was Chrismas:

Nibbles

Ridiculous.

And Eleven

Oh dang! A new year! And yours truly saddled with a case of the sickies. Who gets the flu, I mean really? Someone who works at a grocery store, I suppose, that's who. R. is conked out on the couch and Arthur is in such a deep kitty slumber that his furry little tail is hanging straight off the chair he's sleeping on. Besides working practically full time, 2011 has been a year of already new things such as: locking my keys in my car! Seriously, first time ever, pretty funny (not too shabby after 8 years of driving), catching a bouquet at a wedding (R.'s sister chucked that baby straight at me, no doubt rigged ;} thanks for passing the torch though, Megan) and my car beginning to kaputz (the heating and ac has just gone on the fritz, oi). Hope the New Year finds everyone well!

Merry Chrismas!

This year has been a gift, more so than anything else. I am so thankful :}

For You and You and You

Meow!

How Do You Eat a Persimmon?

I am wondering.

Also, Christy-Anne, I miss you --

Daisy

The blurry furry with green eye(s) is one half of the cat population at my parent's house. She is very good as keeping one company when one is sick and in bed. Tonight, I had the dizzies and a strange bout of nausea (hello, Seattle, round two? Odd). Arthur did his best, which meant the foot of the bed, reluctantly. While I appreciate his efforts and know for a non-snuggling cat there was a great deal of love and concern involved, I miss me a little Daisy-bug side lap purring and whirring.

Zing

Yesterday was the first time in my entire life that I have eaten fresh cranberries. They remind me of the candy called War Heads. I am now popping them like the fifth grade version of myself popped lemon War Heads.

From Our Adventure/ ( From A While Ago )

Arthie, Corn, Nibbles