Goodbye, Little Blue

We have several bluebirds hanging out in our yard, looking for nests and munching on grubs. I look forward every day to seeing them out there. I don't know why, but to me they have always represented good spirits coming to visit and I always smile and send them good wishes. This little fellow was resting by the doorway to our shed and allowed me to come so close to take this picture that I soon realized he was not well. I left him alone then, and kept away the occasional harassing mockingbird who cursed at me from a distance. He passed away not long afterwards. I hope I am that peaceful and accepting when my time comes.

Jonesing for Peeps!

Oh, man...I am all about the Peeps. The crunch of the sugar against my teeth as I munch away on that smooshy, marshmallowy blob of completely needless caloric intake. But first, like any gourmet delicacy worth its while, the proper ritual must be observed. The cellophane wrapper is removed in order to allow them to "breathe". Depending on the humidity, approximately 72 hours' exposure is required to deliver that satisfying chewiness I so deeply crave. It's the small things that give me joy (and weight gain).

Bob & Me

So it turns out my hubby's childhood crush was Nancy Sinatra. Which I can understand, I guess, what with the boots and the walking and all that. But what was going on with my formative years? Robert Goulet? Was I just born without the coolness gene or did Mom drop me on my head?

The naughty laundry

The minute my back is turned, that nasty laundry pile travels across the floor and manages to implicate my dog in various nefarious activities which are illegal in some states. His little libido will never be the same!