Love the tots

Tater tots rule. They are pure genius. Mini tots are my favorite, higher crunchy outside vs meaty inside ratio.

I danced so much last night I broke my shoes. There was none of that damage to the shoes when I started off the evening. How trailer parky. I didn't waver or fall. It seems I only fall when there are absolutely no obstacles around. I walk on broken shoes no problem.

Went to Hawg's again on Friday night. I love their baked oysters. Oysters and martinis are loverly.

Playdog

Moxie is striking a pose, thinking she'll get her photo in Playdog. Next to her is a sign someone affixed to the corner of my yard. I gave it to Moxie for her to tear up. Note that when you want her to tear something up it's not going to happen.

Tomato rustlin'

Moxie is a tomato rustler. I was talking with Jan last night in my kitchen after our workout, about how I thought I would have more tomatoes from my plants, and saw something curious out of the side of my eye. It was one white doggy picking an heirloom tomato off of the plant in the atrium and carrying it to the rug in the living room to relish (no pun intended) at her leisurely pace. Dammit! It wasn't even ripe yet.

Back in the Saddle Again

Making up for lost time. Yep, went out last night, going out tonight and perhaps even tomorrow night. I was home all of last week with the flu, the effing flu. My first time out of the house was Saturday, driving to Larkspur for the Annual Breast Fest with about ten friends. Goddamn temporary tattoos are not that temporary. I've been using the scratchy side of a kitchen sponge on my arm to no avail. The day was fun and it was determined that I am the best driver in the world, having beat the boys' car both the way there and the return trip. Being DD helps in that assertation. (DD meaning designated driver, not referring to any physical attributes that I surely do not have.)

Tonight I'm going to check out the blues in Sunnyvale. I am just happy to be out and about. Wheeeee (*cough*)