Somehow six weeks have gone by without a single thing to say. How does this happen? Could living life actually be more important than commenting on it? Hard to imagine.
On another note, today is Bailey Belle's 11th birthday. She stole a pound of butter out of a grocery bag and ate it all on Thursday, and spent most of Friday under the couch, puking up greasy slime onto the carpet. I'm relieved to see that her senior status is not slowing her down at all.