This is me looking at my cat Iggy, who was looking outside. I was sitting around in my pajamas after a shower because all my clothes were still in the dryer. My hair is in a constant frizz zone. My eyes are lazy, and I think my eyebrows are different shapes, sizes, and personalities. I am a walking picasso, and I’m going to assume when people stare at me they are thinking I look like a painting. That makes me feel somewhat better about that situation.
I mowed the garden today and got stuck in two holes. Thanks, dogs. Even in death or absence, my pups manage to almost kill me.