One Messy Kitchen.

After the cookies are done we have a mess in the kitchen sink. My daughter disappeared back to her Xanga and comments. The dog hung around but wasn't much help. Sheesh.

When I first bought my house back in 2002 I got down on my knees and kissed the dishwasher. No lie. My daughter thought I had gone mad. Well, it was a moment to express my feelings and I took it.



Yeah. Like we need a magnet momento to tell us if she's fed or not. How about one that reads "Always hungry" or "Always fed". That would be more appropriate. Since she is a pound rescue we have come up with the conclusion that she must have starved when she was a stray. I have seen her open KFC boxes out of the bottom of a trash bin and not mess anything else up. She is a pro. She should be in the movies.





I played around with the picture I took of the candle.