Perspective and clarity; light among obscurity.

Rest in Peace, Sweet Grandma D.

Myrtle Drummond (pictured left) passed peacefully today at 90 years old.

Daughter, Sister, Wife, Mother, Grandmother, Friend.

Heading way back to the beginning.

Are you sure the weekend's over?

Lulu's pretty sure Mud Season's started.

We're crossing our fingers (and also scheduling the spring grooming appointment).

Look how cool! She's an author!!

Congratulations, Rebecca Lorimer Leonard on your new book.

Not 4", but no ankles either.

Sunny and seventies? Aired the ankles!

Our basement. (Not creepy at all.)

Aside from the obvious endearing nature of The Bear's death stare, and the creepy backdrop that is our dirty downstairs secret, I'm a fan of the dangling paw between the wood plank and the random ancient tool we inherited. 

(A grinder we think?)

Officially lobbying for perpetual three-day weekends

Sunday Funday...this weekend...UConn ladies!

Three paws and one happy ending.

It's a blast from the past.

Yes, Darling. (Roots in Atascadero!)

Another day at the watering hole.

A celebration of love and sugar!

Valentine's Eve...the excitement is building!

Genius, in the form of podcasting.

The promise of spring is eternal.

Heavenly sunroof lighting exposes unholy truths.

Friday night: the gang's all here.

The Sponge Bandit is caught red-handed.

The Bear. 

Every. Single. Night.

Brought up the stairs and deposited by my side of the bed.

Snow day? Bust out the sweaters!!

They tell me it's only Tuesday.

Lulu quite likes walking on water.

Perfect excuse for dips (and friends).

A wonderful, wintry 'Waitress' in NYC.

Liar, liar, furry pants on fire!!

See ya, January. We're over you.