Good afternoon. I’ve been too busy thinking about fruit, researching fruit, looking for fruit and eating fruit to do much writing in my blog. (“Writing” – this term is looser than Snooki’s vag.) Plus, Chooch and I are finally shaking off the death shroud that’s been enveloping us since Christmas so I’ve been enjoying doing things like:
- walking without getting out of breath
- breathing through my nose
- not coughing to the point of vomiting
So while I bask in the sound of my recently-recovered voice, please enjoy a variety of photos from the last few days.
My favorite photo of Henry! I turned it into a pendant. (No, Henry still has still not set up a shopping cart thingie on my blog. He sucks. Please direct angry fist-shaking in his direction, thanks.)
Fuzzy sweater nails! Totally impractical, but so much fun. I pet my hands all day on Friday.
OMG FRUIT SALAD. Look at those bitchin’ kumquats. I hated them at first, but then I couldn’t stop thinking about them and wanting them in my mouth again. Kind of like the first ever blow job, citrus edition.
I can’t believe I used to only eat apples.
Henry left me and Chooch alone in the car Saturday night because he’s a bastard.
Speaking of Chooch, yesterday I asked him if he wants to go to Cleveland this weekend and in this tone of faux-regret, he said, “I’m sorry, I can’t.” Like he was regretfully declining a dinner invitation from Jehovah’s Witnesses. And then he added that he was going to be too busy “kissing ponies.”
We’re going to Cleveland anway.
Yesterday, I forced Henry to join Chooch and me for family time in the cemetery. Henry was all pissy about it because god forbid he should actually walk around outside, but as soon as he got out of the car, he began pointing out deer and various bird migrations, totally immersing himself in his obnxious Nature Know-It-All role, so I knew he was content.
And then it was all, “LOOK! THERE’S A CROW CHASING A HAWK OMG!” God, he’s so lame.
Awkwardly dodging snowballs.
Sometimes even Chooch has had enough of having his picture taken.
Dirty bare footprint in the snow. Just one!