Once again, I have zero fascinating items to report. Well, that is not quite true. I guess it depends on your definition of fascinating.
Here is a fascinating picture of Rebecca's cat Sheena leading a dissolute life. Sheena asserts that it is a fake, and that someone has tampered with her picture. Who ever would do that, I wonder.
Also fascinating, this morning, I closed my nose in the car door. This is hard to believe, but true. And my poor nose is injured to prove it. Sorry, but I am not posting a picture.
|Comforting view on our run|
|Selfie taken while actually running along. I don't look too unhappy, do I?|
Rebecca and I are still running (actually, slowly trotting) twice a week, and it is getting better. One day we went nearly five miles. This must have been a fluke, as usually I am mewling, whinging, and pleading to stop long before that. This morning we only went 2.5 miles because of potential heat (which, happily, never materialized,) and other errands, and look what happened afterward. (See above.) The whole running thing is sort of torture, but I will do anything to spend time with my girl. I keep thinking that it will get less torturous, but once I get fitter, we just go further and faster, so it stays equally awful no matter what.
I am always envious when folks post photos of their artistic lattes. Given that I never drink coffee, I just get boring foam on top of my chai. No one ever bothers to make it cute. So today, when Becca and I got creatively topped hot apple juice, I was quite pleased, and now can post my own drink picture.
I had a fascinatingly intriguing post-birthday dinner prepared the always fascinating Twins, and as usual, they served up something special. We had pasta puttanesca, an artistic and delicious salad as is their norm, and Pimm’s Cup for our beverage. This latter is something I had encountered in books, but never in person. It was fruity, somewhat mysterious, and hyper-delicious. In fact, it is my new favorite quaff.
During dinner, there was a crash, and some abashed looking kitties!
They recovered in time to join us watching Rosemarie, a movie I had long wanted to see.
When I'm calling you Oo-oo-oo-oo, oo-oo-oo-oo
There! That was a load of utterly fascinating material! What more could you want?