How can that ginormous handsome young man be cute little Emmett?! No. It is a trick.

OMG, Emmett. So grown up! That picture of the siblings is heartbreakingly sweet.

TB, thanks for the info. I think I might know a guy, he's going to rewire our trailers at work.

I was up and out early for me on a Saturday, and didn't expect to see anyone I knew. Saw a friend's son and his buddy playing basketball and skating at the park, an acquaintance rode by on her bike, W & K drove by the park and honked, C & J showed up with their awesome and ginormous brindle rescue, and then B and his doberman Josie. We hung out for about 45 minutes in the park, and Frankie is learning to play with a ball! He kind of kicks it around and pounces and stuff, and will kind of fetch. Nice way to start the day.

All Mr Peabody does with a ball is look at it and then look at me as if he thinks I've lost my senses.

Dear bank,

I'm so glad you're happy with your website redesign. It's very blue. I hate to be picky, but you seem to have broken the log-in function.

All Mr Peabody does with a ball is look at it and then look at me as if he thinks I've lost my senses.

Poor Chloe never learned how to play. We would toss a ball to her, and it would bonk her in the head. Then she would sniff it to see if it was a predator, and walk away.

Kato, OTOH, *knows,* deep in his fur, that ALL THE BALLS belong to him. All of them. Which makes for some comic shenanigans if I get *my* 2 tennis balls out to lie on if I have knots in my back or hips.

Lola will fetch balls until my shoulder falls out of its socket.

Cody doesn't understand why I want to get off the couch.

Tonight is our roller derby mixer. I'm skating on the undercard--B team. But I'm captain. I hope the event goes off well. A good crowd will go a long way to helping get us more sponsorship.

Love the pictures of teenager Emmett. Can still see a bit of his old toddler self in that face. And the photo with Matilda is delightful!

Ugh. I went to this thing for work this morning, and it was totally a waste of time, partly because I am so bad a random schmoozing. So I bailed at lunch. I am so tired! I wish I could nap.

Okay, I'm gonna go sift through piles of laundry in my bedroom. If it takes the laundromat or someone else doing laundry, I'm going to make a dent in this shit.

And then I draw. At least two pictures this weekend, hopefully three. If I'm a good girl, I get to take a break to see Tom Hardy beat people up.

That sounds like a perfectly reasonable reward mechanism, right?

Crap, that reminds me I put a load in last night and it's still sitting in the washer. Oops.

Jesse, nap! It's okay! It's good!

I don't think I'm physically capable of napping. I may lie down for a bit, though.

I should also do laundry.