60 entries categorized "Instagram"
The aftermath of the chicken pot pie recipe Julie Anne made tonight. HELP ME.
Frost’s bacon maple bar, baby.
Nightly meds for Flex, my 10-year-old black cat who has hepatitis and diabetes. He’ll be on daily steroid and insulin doses for the rest of his life.
Steroid on the left: 0.5 mL budesonide in an allegedly chicken-flavored suspension. Flex adores chicken but doesn’t much care for the medicine. And I gotta say, the one time he pulled away as I was giving the dose and it splashed on my lip, chicken was not the flavor note I came away with. But of course I’m not the target audience.
On the right, the U-40 syringe holding Flex’s 1.5-unit dose of ProZinc insulin. (He gets that dose twice a day.) The injections don’t bother him unless I manage to goof on the initial stick—happily, it’s been a few weeks now since a stick made him cry out or twitch away.
But what a way to go!
We had this at Skillet Diner on Capitol Hill. Table for four and we didn’t manage to finish it, oy....
Friends playing live music. Doesn’t get much better.
Elliott Bay Brewing Company to the rescue!
Centerpieces and other decor like this is how you tell you’re near the waterfront in most Seattle-area restaurants.
We attended the sentencing hearing for the perpetrator of a burglary in October. Needed a bit of a break afterward.
Oatmeal and an apple fritter.
Cuz, you know, I’m all about balancing things out, even though the Diet Coke wouldn’t fit in the frame.
At Skillet in German Village.
“Mornings aren’t pretty”—truer words never spoken, though I didn’t sleep long enough to get a really grand case of bedhead. But I kinda feel like Mickey looks.
And it can’t be purely coincidence that one French press = one giant coffee cup, right? No, it *must* be a greater statement of the proper order of the universe.