Outdoor adventure.
An indoor cat, Flex always makes a beeline for the lawn edge so he can do a bit of grazing.
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Taking all my self-control not to tap out a couple tunes.
After the gift-giving
Flex found a sunbeam and a throw for a bit of relaxing.
$5 winner
$65,000 to go.
Excellent camouflage
Flex resting on the kitchen floor mat.
The mother ship calling me home
I’m really not as much a lush as my blog and social media would have you believe.
When one-pot recipes attack
The aftermath of the chicken pot pie recipe Julie Anne made tonight. HELP ME.
That’s the stuff
Frost’s bacon maple bar, baby.
They call this a pumpkin
I call it a Barney poop.
(Though actually I stole that from my mom. Thanks Mom!)
SEND HELP
Storage space or spider spa?
Your guess is as good as ours.
Holiday coffee in September
The joy of eclectic neighborhood cafes: Random drinkware for your sipping enjoyment.
Feline meds at the ready
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.
Didn’t know this was a thing
I guess I always assumed stevia was “in the raw”.
View never changes at the rear of the ferry
On our way to Bainbridge Island for a leisurely afternoon of wine-tasting and lunch.
Creature of opportunity
Not why I put the cushions there, Flex, but excellent idea anyway.
Birthday-weekend breakfast of champions
Because, why the hell not.
All the pretty impatiens
It’s planting day at the manse.
Death by cinnamon roll
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....
The Tree of Beer
HELLO YOU BEAUTIFUL WEEKEND
High! Dive!
Friends playing live music. Doesn’t get much better.
National Corndog Day, observed
Elliott Bay Brewing Company to the rescue!
I think we know who has the real drinking problem at this table
Nautical
Centerpieces and other decor like this is how you tell you’re near the waterfront in most Seattle-area restaurants.
So lonely
Game starts and everyone abandons the pub :-(
Game day
First pint of the season of Pyramid’s Curve Ball blonde ale.
Cheers!
Where the out beers live
The tap runs dry and the sign gets pushed to a corner.
After the hearing
We attended the sentencing hearing for the perpetrator of a burglary in October. Needed a bit of a break afterward.
IHOP goes sleek?
They’re dicking with beloved tradition!
Salud!
France vs. Washington state in 10 ounces of liquid goodness.
Well, hello there.
A visit from the @Starbucks fairy
Walked into the kitchen, found warm-beveragy goodness. And free apps!
20 floors up.
Sun peeks out just before it sets.
My brain after today’s crazy workday.
Bit of a wild workday. This wall decoration at Bake's Place perfectly matches.
Tonight’s grappa.
2010 Corte alla Flora Rosso di Montepulciano with wood-fired pizzas.
GOOD MORNING
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Must be game day!
All growed up
And ready for its close-up.
BLTs-to-be
The home-grown to-MAH-toes are out of frame to the left. Cuz, important photo subject.
A touch of the grape.
Yay bendy!
I never get the flexible straw!
Happy Independence Day, Seattle
Finally, a 4th with not a cloud in the sky.
And an appropriate summer cocktail! :-)
Chandler’s Crabhouse’s Havana Raspberry cocktail
148 & 147
The Mariners about to beat Boston 1–0
Balanced breakfast
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.
I think it’s going to rain today.
Coffee shot.
At Skillet in German Village.
No. No no no no *NO*.
Just... ewww.
And Easter is two months away, for crying out loud!
Overachiever
Definitely not pretty
“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.
Two, eleven, and one
In order: People, beers, and cans of enchilada sauce to ring in the new year.
