*black & white wednesday.

J woke me up no less than 13 times this morning growling and bah-woofing at slamming car doors, coughing neighbors, and pausing hummingbirds, only moving to what he thinks is an only-dogs-can-hear low-level whine when I hissed at him that there are starving boys and girls in Africa who'd love to have him for dinner.

I would make a splendid mother.

I filled out and addressed 18 baby shower invitations today, and while I'm really happy with them, my thumb is now curiously numb.

Tonight I plan to get in the kitchen for some much-needed sandwich-making, but in the meantime I leave you with some studies in colorlessness.



Because no matter how shifty,



no matter how incognito,



no matter how troublemaking,



there's just something startlingly pretty about it.