When I came in to turn on Oliver’s lights this morning, he was out from under his log, and resting on the branch. He’s always been photogenic, way back before he had a name, and I called him Mr NewSnake.
Apparently, my neighbor was celebrating a birthday today, and lots of her friends came by to wish her well.
We had to mix up some drinks as props for today’s photo shoot. None of them are real; Doug didn’t want to waste his booze. Also, it was 10:00 in the morning.
At my request, Doug got me an ice cream cake: black raspberry chocolate swirl on top, death by chocolate on the bottom. I guess the silver lining is, I only have to share it with Doug, and not a whole party of people.
Steve brought this to me yesterday, and after it spent 24 hours in quarantine, Doug and I enjoyed it as a pre-birthday dessert. Super yummy delicious! And perfect, since I have the palate of a 5 year old.
This beautiful box appeared on our front porch today. It’s in quarantine on the back porch for 24 hours and then I will dig in. Sadly, it had no signature, but I have a good guess who it’s from…
This is dumb. Fuck you 2020.
The intent was to focus on the blooming flower, not the still-closed one behind it. But it’s hard to see what’s happening on a small screen in the bright sun.
I took a bunch of selfies of me and Ferrous today, and my phone created a collage of them. Thanks, phone!
Yes, this is silly. Whatever.