Today is my birthday. The day has been low-key. Phil has strep, and went to bed early, which left me alone, quietly, with things I love:
Pepper is an 11-year-old Dachshund we're test-adopting. My uncle and aunt had to find a good home for Pepper when they moved from their house on 7 acres to a retirement condo. The family voted 4 to 1 (with Phil as the lone dissenter) to try Pepper out. So far, relatively so good. Current voting has 4 of us loving Pepper, and Phil neutral. But we'll win him over.
I worked from home for 2 days to help Pepper transition to our little family. He was a nice colleague:
Max and Pepper are becoming fast buddies:
Downloading the pictures of Pepper, I found a sampling of random happiness from the last couple months. Like dapper Tommy being ring bearer at Phil's cousin's wedding. Here's Tom hanging out with his cousin and giving himself the photo bunny ears. Goofy boy:
Tom took his role very seriously; it's unclear if this is a wedding or funeral:
Aren't the bride and groom adorable?
And here's Sylvia peeling a hard-boiled egg. Shirtless:
And helping me with the lavender harvest. Pantsless:
My new favorite thing in the world: the Pioneer Woman's
Potato/Leek/Bacon/Goat Cheese Pizza. Try it if you haven't. You'll thank me. i think I was the only one eating this one:
Twenty-four more minutes of my birthday. The family's asleep. Pepper's in his cage. I might just get a little crazy.