This isn't Burger King, you can't have it your way.
October 11 makes two years since Jack found this stray little gremlin with no collar and no chip, filthy, tired, hungry, and with a tail that never stopped wagging. He’s soaked up a lot of tears lately and probably hasn’t gone on as many walks as he’d like to, but he’s been patient while I slowly get my act back together. PS no cat appreciation today because they are despicable murderers LOVE YOU RICHARD, EVEN THOUGH YOU LEFT A LARGE RODENT HEAD ON MY BATH MAT LAST NIGHT.
Scarf gift from @leahblooms sent when I was very low, happy it’s cool enough for me to enjoy it now, and presented in approved #bathroomselfie format.
The last five days have been full of love, people, food, tears, speeches, beer, hugs, music, more tears, laughter, even more tears, and goodbyes. I hate goodbyes more than anything. But as people and things come into your life you have to let go of everyone and everything, eventually. I guess we all need to make peace with that. Thank you for all the support. Thank god for leftover cake.
Photo board for Jack’s memorial.
Susie and me in Leslee’s back yard around 1994, being so cavalier about sunscreen. (I love my weird 30-year-old face, thank you @jeffwingg.)
I only got the first five days of August done, but it’s okay.
My friend @outofcharacterquilts offered to make a memory quilt out of some of Jack’s clothes, so I looked in his t-shirt drawer.... #brbcryingforever #fuckyeahlizaminelli #jonimitchellrulesok #larkinpoefan
1997? I really don’t remember having that haircut. Jack looks sunburned, tired, and happy, hopefully the Lakers won that night. Lance is still that handsome but you can’t have him. Thanks for the photos @alisonkronberg, they’re a treasure.
There’s July for you.
Time for another round of: Sleeping Or Dead? #divinelight #caturday
It was painful but the umbilical cord finally snapped. My gorgeous son is in his ancestral lands receiving the blessing of Guinness straight from the source. Love and light, Jackson. 😘😘😘
I have amazing coworkers.
It’s called style, babe, look it up.
I do love a Sunday open house (I always warn the real estate agents I’m only a curious neighbor, clear boundaries help deflect the eager beavers). Most alarming feature of this $2.5m pied à terre is the coffin-shaped swimming pool.
Hi, it’s been a year since I’ve done a full yoga practice, is this what’s going to happen if I start up again? #probably
Rainy day cuddle.
It got cold all of a sudden.
I made a pillow fort.
Peewee is eight today! ❤️🍰❤️🍰❤️
Happy 8th birthday, Peewee! All the hugs belong to you today. ❤️😍❤️🍰❤️
Peewee doesn't understand why someone would gently sprinkle confetti all over his head. #fiesta #santabarbara
Feeling a little fragile today, Dr. Russell took 3.2 liters of fluid out of Peewee's abdomen this morning. His heart's gotten weaker but he's still a good boy. Thinking good thoughts as he rounds the corner towards his eighth birthday!
Not happy about this new "kibble only" situation.
I'm hiding from the sun!
It's important to groom your balls.
Mom why is he sitting on me.
The first thing I like to do in the morning is go back to bed.