there’s a theme here somewhere

When I look over the photos I’ve taken with my iPhone this year this is pretty much what I found:

Boy. And spoon. Don’t ask.

Boy and cat. And bunny ears. And overflowing Lego.

Boy and cat. Possessive aren’t we?

Cat and boy. Cat hogging the bed. Actually it’s the stuffed animals that hog the bed.

Pretty much standard routine.

Boy on the phone with Daddy on one of his trips to Florida. Cat says “mine, all mine.”

Boy and, oh wait, that’s not a cat. I think it’s a cow. (Let me introduce you to my brother’s dog Mya, the best canine on the planet.)

And the best feline ever. Wants a belly rub. Where’s the boy?

Taking his own photos of the cat, of course. (With his iPod.)

Same day, same beam of sunshine. And his pic is better than mine. D’oh.

me vs. the driveway

It has become my nemesis. Always covered in ice, snow, slush. You name it and I’m shoveling it. Today was no different. Not enough snow to use the snow blower and too much to leave there to melt on its own. Two inches of wet, heavy, heart attack snow. Fat globs of slush plop on my neck from overhanging branches. A foot of dirt and ice clog the entrance, left there by accomplice plows. My shoulders scream for mercy but my arch enemy won’t let me rest. It’s me or the driveway. One of us isn’t going to make it out of this winter alive.

ps. Anyone have a jackhammer I can borrow? Um. No reason.

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