I know that bread and egg don’t really rhyme, but it’s close. C’mon, I’m a dog, not an English major (like a certain mom and aunt and future sister-in-law).
I’m still loving my daily egg. It almost – ALMOST – makes getting jabbed with a gargantuan needle worth it. Here I’m anticipating the deliciousness while my dad gets it ready:
Did you notice the red spot on my shoulder? That’s blood gushing out of me at the injection site. And yet I stay calm. I am awesome.
Speaking of that, my dad made two awesome pizzas this weekend:
It’s refreshing to see my mom guzzling down something other than beer.
I’m thankful for something else – the heatage is on!!!
Warm floors are glorious. Unfortunately, I heard my mom ordering a propane tank refill, so as soon as she gets the bill, I’m afraid she’ll shut the heat down. I’ll just enjoy it while it lasts.
I’m also thankful for YOU, friends & family. Take care, and I love you!