Justin calls this a hot hot dog. That is all.
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Friends
Friends are the best. Friends and margaritas and micheladas.
From Elbert Hubbard:
A friend is someone who knows all about you and still loves you.
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Old things
My dad would like this car.
Sometimes I wonder if there’s anything new for me to say. Especially here, in this space, where I’ve been saying things for 10 years. How many times should I mention that I love the fall, or I love food, or I live in Austin, or I have a great husband?
Then again, maybe it’s worth repeating. It’s worth talking about things that make me happy, things that make up my life. Life is just life, right? It doesn’t have to be groundbreaking every day to be wonderful. Some days you wake up and do your thing and go to bed, and it was still a wonderful day because you lived it.
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Weekends
Weekends are for making biscuits and eggs and sausage, and for sitting on the couch watching football, and for sleeping late and baking treats and thinking about going to get groceries but never actually going to get groceries, and for finally resting after a very long week. Happy weekend, everybody!
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Please, sir…
A PSA from Roux: Please be sure to feed your kitty before leaving for work.
We have a litter of three feral kittens under our porch at the studio. We’ve named them all: mom is Mama Sue, the orange kitten is Orange Kitty, and the two black ones are Mike and Jesus.
[Aside: A friend of ours grew up Irish Catholic, and as a kid, the only men’s names she knew were Mike (her dad) and Jesus. So when she played with dolls, she’d name the male ones Mike and Jesus. So awesome.]
The feral cat population in the hood is kind of crazy. We need to invest in some kind of animal trap to gather them up and get them spayed/neutered. We think Mama Sue is already knocked up again (either that or she swallowed a water balloon), and who knows when Mike or Jesus could start spawning, too? Don’t get me wrong, I LOVE me some kittens, but when the cat population outnumbers the human population, it’s probably time to do something about it. Instead, we just peer out from our studio windows and wish we could pet them. Because cats.