​Many moons ago, I purchased an electric throw blanket for $50.

​Do you remember making hand turkeys as a kid? You’d trace your hand and each finger was a “feather” and sometimes you were told to write in something you’re grateful for.

​I had a random dream about our late family dog, Sparkle, last night.

​Yesterday was Halloween, or Howl-o-ween if you’re a domesticated pet. (All holidays are required to have pet puns if possible.)

​Every now and then I get a bug to make something.

Cairo and I celebrated eight years of togetherness this weekend, naturally, with something tasty.

When Smidge doesn’t act like a lady, she should surely feel freer about discussing her age with me, right?

I mean, I get a perfect walk every season, but the Fall perfect walk is my absolute favorites.