*various and sundry.

An ode to writing laziness: images from the holiday weekend.



Turkey and trimmings.



The body language says, "oh I'm just loungin'," but the eyes say, "yes I did eat all of those pillows, and I'd do it again."



"But maybe not for a little while. Destroying the dining room muntins has me plum tuckered out."



Buffalo chicken, won't you come out tonight?



One of the great things about being a total photography amateur is shots like this. What's in focus? Why his hind foot, of course. I meant to do that.



No, I wasn't bored. Why do you ask?

My apologies for the slapdash nature of this, gentle readers. I blame the darkening, brooding weather outside and some physical ailments that I'll spare you the details of because a lady doesn't talk about how her UTERUS IS TRYING TO KILL HER.

It's unseemly.