This would be the other reason I'm getting nothing done today.

This is Lucy. She is my basset hound. It is raining and when it is raining she does not know what to do in the house. She spends the day sniffing for food. The whole day. I know she's a scent hound, but good grief. I'm sitting at the kitchen table on my laptop and she is watching at me, hoping I will to drop a crumb even though I'm not eating anything. She's been upstairs twice today which means she's fallen down the stairs twice. You know how all basset hounds you've seen in movies or on tv are lazy and just lie around all day — not so much. This one has lied down once today and it's 2pm. I thought this would dissipate when she grew out of the puppy stage and she would just be my lie-around basset who keeps me company while I read, but she's four and is showing no sign of becoming my lie-around basset. 

By the way, Prof. Dr. Hillary would like to let you know that her beagle is available if you need a beagle. Hill has rescued dogs and has one too many and I'm a one-dog kind of person. 

If you're a regular reader of the blog you know I don't often post things for awareness, but I saw this video earlier and even my cold heart was moved. Maybe it's my love of hound dogs (my Lucy is a basset) or that my first childhood dog was a beagle, but I hate the thought of a dog living out his life never stepping on grass or having a name. Beagle Freedom Project is rescuing research dogs who were bred to be sold to pharmaceutical and cosmetic companies for testing. The beginning of the video is sad to watch, but the end is wonderful.

 

 

My Target now has Just Bunches. I don't think I have to tell you how excited I am about this development.

UPDATE: Oh Em Gee, this "cereal" is the best thing to happen to me since 1997 when I wore a dress backwards to Casino Night and it looked better than it did originally. I'm calling it "cereal" because it's really just super good granola and I will not eat it with milk. No, this is a straight-outta-the-box food. Well done, Honey Bunches of Oats, well done.

UPDATE NUMERO DOS: I wonder how many Weight Watchers points the whole box is. The box says it is 8 servings. I'm thinking not because I just ate 1/4 of it, so that would be like two servings. I just did math. My brain might explode.

It's true – you never know who someone is online. I love the interwebs. 

from Super Punch.

I wasn't the only one who couldn't concentrate enough to watch The State of the Union speech last night. It was the first time since I was probably 15 that I missed it, due to stupid bronchitis. I don't know what Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg's excuse was.

photo from DListed.

I bring you fried chicken breaking news from my bronchitis-almost-death-bed.

Flava Flav has opened a fried chicken joint.

You just know the chicken is good, but I hope Dan Quayle stops by for the Potatoe Salad. 

Pics from TMZ. 

This would be the middle child’s A Visit from Santa layout. Doesn’t she look excited? Btw, I’m up to 4 layouts.

This is what I do when I’m lightheaded at a crop. I make flower barrettes and beauty marks out of rhinestones.

This is the oldest child’s school portrait and class picture. She’s not a girly girl, so I used muted colors and flowers. I like it.

This is the view from my room. I tried to take a nap, but couldn’t. Someone was in the hall talking about their dog. I don’t care about their dog. Back to the crop.