Today, when my fingers weren’t clicking across the keyboard, I took this…
Those snow-burdened winter greens.
And this…
The little pine cones I’ve had for years. The XXL cones followed me home this year.
And this…
Shiny and a little futuristic looking here. The Jetsons do Christmas.
And
Did
This…
Which days ago looked like this…
The martini shot…
That’s a wrap.
Holy December, Batman!
No, not that kind of buzz.
I’ve been uploading and editing images from the-camera-I-have-yet-learned-to-work and found these shots.
During the holidays — there’s a dim memory — Mr. G, honey comes home bearing gifts. Gifts he’s been given. Gifts he’s found under the office tree. Gifts he’s purchased. Gifts.
He came home with this –
No, he isn’t in pest control, but I could definitely see the advantages. A useful skill. I don’t have it.
It was filled with yummy things, which I think I might have eaten. Yes, I’m sure it was me. But I saved the ribbon for Mr. G, honey. That’s just the kind of gal I am.
If I hold it in my right hand, I see this –
There’s probably some way to get the glare off this image, but I haven’t learned it yet. I am unskilled in the ways of picture-snapping and should probably spend more time at The Pioneer Woman. I do spend time there — a lot — but it’s usually in the Cooking section, or the Confessions section. I can’t help myself. Ree makes me laugh. Ree makes me hungry. Ree makes me wish I had an iron skillet.
If I hold it in my left hand, I see this –
I know why those buzzy little, fat-cheeked bees are laughing. They’ve had their espresso shots for the day. I could look like that if I had my espresso shot.
Mr. G, honey — I’ve got your mug, and I’m drinking out of it.
That’s how I roll.
Critical. Srsly.
This is what I’m doing today. The yard needs to be put to bed. Snow’s comin’. Maybe not today. Maybe not tomorrow. But — it’s comin’!
This is good. I’ll burn a calorie. Mr. G, honey has disappeared upstairs, mumbling something about writing a proposal. Does that proposal have the phrase Saturday afternoon nap in it?
Heading out to smell the leaf mold.
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