Woof!

 Tara the Socker Spaniel! (For exactly five minutes before Dad explained that dogs ate horse meat, I wanted to be our family's cocker spaniel. Skipping school, crawling everywhere, being patted on the head...it sounded like the life. Just couldn't do horse.)

 My beautiful new bike, thank you Daniel! All I need is a puppy to place in the basket!

 This picture is blurry for a reason: I'm in denial that I made a cake that utterly flopped. If it's blurry, that might be a plate of...cornflakes. At least the giant crumb pile tasted purty durn good...

 Out of a pack of sunflower seeds, this is the be-yoo-ti-ful lone survivor! You go, Sunny!

Poor Girl's Tip for Good Eating: Catfish Nibbles! (Er, Nuggets) At just 3.99/lb these are probably the most cost-effective fish you can buy from the fish case at your local Dillons. Daniel beer-battered these babies, yowza! What a man! What a meal!

It's a musical-singing day. At work this morning, all I wanted to do was leave so that I could release all the pent-up vocal-amazingness that was inside me. (Yeah, right!) Would've been content to just break out and give a little show and dance to all the produce customers, but for some reason that isn't a social norm. Bummer.

A poem, "inspired" by the picture above: 

Dog Food

I feed my puppy popsicles,

They dribble down his chin,

And all the high-falutin' ones 

Cry, "Girlie, that's a sin!"

But most dogs make a sloppy mess

When greeting visitors--

Mine gives a rainbow-colored kiss

When he answers the door.

You take your pick of residues:

Dried horse, or cherry freeze?

Since dogs will drool either way,

I say--popsicle, please!