Indignity

Poor puppy. Actually, he looks pretty cheery about it all. Must have been raised to be a canvas on which his groomer could exercise her artistic genius. I'm trying (and failing) to imagine Emily putting up with a 20th of this: a bath is a terrible humiliation; clipping her nails is abject cruelty. Dying her fur and clipping a dragon into it? So not.


I can't see her being enthusiastic about wearing a hat, either.

At least when I do something silly to a cake, it doesn't have to sit there sighing about it.

Sigh

Our mattress was bought when we bought our apartment in NY--that is to say, almost eighteen years ago. Of late, we have both of us been having back issues. Yesterday we went mattress shopping. And splurged.

Tempurpedic. With a moveable base. And magic fingers (which are silly, really, but they're there).

If y'all want me, I'll be flat on my back.