Grandpa told me that eating my crusts would make my hair curly. I'm trying to see if not eating them will make my hair straight. Seventeen years and counting, and so far no dice. I have great hopes that year eighteen will be the winner.
My day begins like this: I let the cat in. She gives me this look:
For anyone who doesn't speak Cat, a rough translation of that look might be: Make with the food, human.
If, for whatever reason I have something else going on that delays the delivery of kibble into her bowl (like say, making coffee, eating breakfast, packing my bag) well... she escalates the situation (click to embiggen the image for full effect):
I started my 29th year with a resolution to take more notice of the little things that make up my daily life. Most pictures (and posts) will come from my blackberry, since it's with me almost always. I may change it up as the year goes on.