Poofy

 Well, we're not quite sure what got fixed or how, but we were finally able to get back into my damned blog. So anyway, on to this stupid "Poofy" business-

We just love Smudge's poofy little pooch, as we refer to it. 

Quality Reading Time

Being avid readers, mom and dad like to spend parts of every weekend catching up on their reading. Typically, mom does the majority of her reading at bedtime, though she almost always ends up nodding off, the book slowly dropping to her face til it bonks her on the nose. Dad, on the other hand, does the bulk of his in the wee hours of the morning, when normal humans would still be asleep. Weekends 'round here are usually filled with errands, hiking, and the week's kitchen prep work (mom still does lots and lots of scratch cooking & baking), but they always try to squeeze in cozy time with a good novel wherever they can. On this particular recent Saturday or Sunday afternoon, I decided to join them on the bed.

I just love burying myself deep into the fictitious world of a good novel. How am I doing?  

The Last Lazy Hazy Dayz of Summer...

 

(Dad lied. This is a photo from a while ago, but he wanted me to make you think it was taken recently. Some rambling crap about fitting a narrative or something. I usually tune him out after a nanosecond or thereabouts.)