Happy New Year, people! Or should I say, bots, since there will be no one else reading this. (I should find where the stats live on this thing. Or maybe not.) Here is where I solemnly proclaim my new year’s resolution to blog once a week – nay, twice a week! Daily! Upon the hour! – but let’s not set ourselves up for failure on the first day of the year. Well, on purpose. No doubt I am failing immeasurably in multiple different ways right at this moment. God, this year sucks already. Way to bring it down, self! But no; it’s a gorgeous day and the baby is sleeping and when she wakes we will go to the dog beach with the dog, to make him happy since the new year fireworks last night made him sad. (He wasn’t sad for long. He never is.) So here’s where I slap up some photos again and pretend you know what’s been going on. It’s weird, because I read YOUR blogs and twitters, so I feel like we’re all caught up; but I guess you may have no idea what I’ve been doing. This:
I present to you, a fully functioning human. With a fountain pigtail. My work here is done.
Christmas Day outfit, complete with ruffly bum.
I did not buy this, but fully endorse its use.
Chillin’ out by the lake.
Sand was not the delicious treat she had been hoping for.