I was featured on this week's imagine childhood blog.
Softpaws, the savior of our furniture. At least, they'd better be. Someone is going to get his paws hog tied otherwise.
Having an uncharacteristically productive week. Hooray for being a competent adult.
Ladybugs. They're adorable, and they eat aphids, which are considerably less adorable. We watched a ladybug absolutely decimate and devour an aphid the other day, after which the ladybug seemed slightly less cuddly, but much cooler.
Dumb luck. You know when you're leaning back in a chair and you have that feeling of absolute inevitability, during which you haven't quite fallen but you know it's coming? I had that feeling -- over this prickly pear, while I was leaning over it face-first to get a good angle for a picture. Somehow, I tripped on top of the clumsiness that had already put me in that predicament, and actually threw myself backward. Two idiot moves canceled each other out. Woo me. This thing is pretty huge. It would have been a full-body affair. Judging from the experience of my brother, who did the same thing only with his back side, it would have been fairly unpleasant. (His ordeal included sitting on a pillow for a while afterward, and other consequences that may or may not involve a certain maternal figure of ours pantsing him in the backyard -- but I'm sure he doesn't want me to mention that.)
Arizona sunsets. I know they're cliché to like. But I like to
My husband's dream the other night. He dreamed he was furiously jealous because I'd become close to this character from The Big Bang Theory, and my husband thought his equations were making me all hot and bothered. I love how he apparently sees me. It's not too dramatically far from the truth. My poor husband.
I'll end with a gratuitous sex shot: