Manhattan from Brooklyn Heights Promenade.

Ummmm … something’s not right here (and it took me 16 days to notice it).

After 12+ hours of unraveling, the 500 yard long yarn monster has almost been slain! What did we learn, class? Always get the yarn store to wind the yarn for you.

In looking back through recent pictures in my phone and through the site, I see tons of pics of D’ar but virtually none of Nembu. This does not make me a terrible dog mother; Nembu just refuses to participate in picture taking, and when he does he looks like this.

We do not beat or deprive him even a little bit; his life is perfectly fine (minus recovering from surgery, which I think he forgot about mostly already).

He still looks like the saddest clown on Earth.

*Finally* finished the Scotland/Amsterdam trip journal.

Party time monster

LES

My old man, home from the hospital. Minus some lumps and a whole mess of stones. Still happy to see us, even if he can’t get the hang of the e-collar.

Alphabet carnage

Trying a new paleo tortilla – cauliflower + egg. The verdict: I liked a lot, the DH; not so much.