Fickle Food

Okay, admittedly I look an itty-bit batty, a tad teched in this self-portrait, a little like a deer in the headlights, just before it becomes a hood ornament. And yes I am sweaty and rumpled and most of my makeup has melted off and pooled in my belly-button, but I had a rough day. I spent the best part of Saturday in our super-heated garage getting stuff ready for what we hope will be the mother of all yard sales. In case you’re wondering, the hairy thing on my chin is not visible evidence of impending menopause, it is Brownie, one of our poms…only right now she looks more like a chihuahua. I shaved her to the skin when we went to Bloomington…but you know all about her trauma IF you have been reading my posts! Brownie weighed about three pounds at age four, but now, like me, she’s getting that middle-age spread. It just looks cuter on her.