Perhaps you were thinking, "I wonder what June and her household are doing?" sometime around 7:57 p.m. last night. Or, you know, not.
Oh, that hair.
As per usual, Tallulah was .06 centimeters from me, and you know what would be great? Is if I knew how far that actually was. But anyway, she was right behind my chair. That's my coat hanging off the chair on the right, there. Because I'm tidy.
Winston is in the in box. Of course. And he seems pretty smug about it. "I'm in. Winston is the new black."
Of course, the minute I went to the back room, where Francis can be found 86 hours a day, he got immediately on my lap. I know no one believes that that cat is capable of love, but oh, how he loves me. What can I tell you? I'm a charmer. I am the moth to that creature's flame.
So tonight I want everybody to get their camera at 7:57 p.m. and take a picture of everyone in their element at your household. Report back to me with a link to your blog. And don't make everything all nice. Just get up and commence to photographin'.
Have no idea why I just turned into Granny Clampett.
Wellllll, doggie. See you at 7:57.