I haven't posted much recently as we have had company most of the last week and a half and so I have not been in the writing frame of mind. But fortunately, Brad has been a little more faithful in the photography area so at least you knew from Flickr that we are still in the land of the living. We are loving our mutual Christmas present of a new Nikon D200...Brad uses it most of the time but I am really enjoying taking pictures on it as well.
Our most recent guests were The Still-Newlyweds: Jeff and Fritha. We had a lot of fun visiting with them. ( See Flickr for pictures...) We're still consuming the cool comestibles they brought. Mmmm....Starbucks Frappuccinos.... And Fritter, you left your white cookie canister here...So you'll have to swing by our place to pick it up next time you're on your way to Florida...Good excuse for another visit, hopefully!
We didn't do Christmas cards this year. Sorry! Actually, I'm not sorry. We were going to do a photo one through Brad's store, but somehow, being the procrastinators that we are, it never happened. I guess the real reason was that neither of us had a good hair day that coincided with the other person's good hair day between the time we had the idea for a Christmas photo and December 25th. Please don't think we forgot you because you didn't get a card from us. Everyone was likewise neglected this year. So stop checking your mailbox.
It's time to get back into the normal routine of things and look forward to the next big event: SPRING. It should be here any day now.
In other news: Stanne has an appointment with destiny next week. He's going to the vet for an overnight visit to get "fixed", bless his heart. I started telling the little neighbor girl this the other day when she came over to play with him. I was just making conversation but I suddenly realized I'd walked into a minefield when she didn't understand what I meant by "fixed." Um....I tried to explain that it would prevent him from...having...babies..."But he's a BOY! Only girl cats have kittens!" Yes...um...whatever. Not being experienced in these types of explanations, Claire mutters something nonsensical and deftly changes the subject...