It's coming along:
|Look how calm I am. "It's coming along," I say. But what I really mean is SQUEEEEEE!!!! (Ahem.)|
And remember...well, this entire post: This is Totally Not My Fault (Maybe)
|Why yes, that's a tomato. Yes, it is. I'm totally calm about it (and its brethren) because I am so Zen about these things. You'd never, for example, catch me jumping up and down and squealing. (Especially if I'm the one holding the camera.)|
In other kinds of progressions, our auxiliary dog, Scout, turned seven this week. He is still the worst dog I have ever had and we love him dearly, despite his many, many, MANY character defects. (When no one is looking, I can sometimes be found kissing him on the nose.) (Very gently, though, because of the whole submissive urination thing.) Happy birthday, Scout.