Monday, June 22, 2009

The Thrill of It All

Not that I'm complaining (I know, I know, but odder things have happened,) but the quietly contented life R Man and I have does not really generate tons of blockbuster blogging material.

On a recent weekend, we went out for breakfast.

At Chow. Of course. We live in a city famous for its fabulous eateries and yet we only go to three of them.

Then we took Saki down to get his pedicure. That was exactly as popular as you might expect. Still, he's a very, very good boy, but I couldn't get a shot of the cute guy clipping his nails. Rats.

Then we came home and I took a nap. No pictures, sorry.

So that's the trade-off, a happy life for a dull blog. Maybe I'll just start making shit up. Did I ever tell you about the time I was kidnapped by pirates off the coast of someplace I'll have to figure out later? Let me get back to you on that.


  1. Mmmmm Chow. Spaghetti meatball goodness.

  2. Wearing your tinfoil hat in public might spice up your daily routine.

  3. I love that picture of you there.

  4. You have cats! The material is endless!

  5. Okay you’re going to hate me even more than you already do but has anyone ever told you that you have a sort of John Lithgow thing going on?

  6. You do NOT have a John Lithgow thing; and I love that picture too. I'm trying to identify the other two restaurants . . .

  7. O ronda, I knew I could depend on you. I was so wounded by aym8y, I haven't even been able to respond. John Lithgow, INDEED.


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