I just said "folks", like I'm 75 or something. Also, I have a cat in my lap; again like I'm 75 or something.
I'm not sure why I was making that particular face. I think because I was trying to get the cat to look at the camera AND simultaneously hide our shame? Either way, it's probably a good thing it's a lips-down shot.
I got some great presents in the mail from Maggie on Monday. I was so excited to see the pretties she sent. Can you believe she was sweet enough to knit me a headband?
I would really like to learn to knit. Mostly because I can say "folks", drink tea, complain about noisy children, and knit, all while I have a cat on my lap. Don't even try to convince Beckham that I am allowed to do anything without him. He follows me around everywhere, like I'm Mary, and he's my little lamb.
Speaking of me being like Mary, my co-workers call Ammon "Jesus", because his first name is pronounces "A-men"... like the conclusion of a prayer. As a result, they sometimes call me Mary. Coincidence? Perhaps.
Oh, and here's a picture of Ammon, with the homemade calzone I made for dinner Friday night. I started the pizza dough from scratch on my lunch break, then came home after work and threw these guys together. They were gooooooooooood
What? Your man friend doesn't cuddle his food???
I've been trying to make this flow so far, and I think I did pretty well. Except, I have nowhere to go from cuddling food. I think I need to figure out a title, and take my little black