This was taken impromptu, to show my mother-in-law the glasses, because we were thinking of buying them and wanted her opinion. We didn't buy them, but they look good! See how my eyebrows were once plucked, but growing back in? That's my normal state of being. See, I have these "attacks" of primping and make-up-wearing and coordinating whole outfits, and all that stuff. But then I think of all the other things I could be doing with that time, and fate has its way with my eyebrows.
This is my cat:
He's very patient with my little peach. She's 11 months going on three. She's at least six months ahead of her actual age every time we look at the developmental charts at the doctor's office. I'm very proud of her, but it can be very frustrating for everyone because she gets into things that we think are safe from someone of her age. And she thinks she can do things that just aren't physically possible yet because her mental acuity is so far ahead of schedule. But she's sweet, and beautiful, and I don't know what I'd do without her.
This is my husband:
And that is a 26-lb. pumpkin he's carving with our little princess. He works at FedEx in the wee hours of the morning, so Iris has to get up and party every morning when he gets home. He's my aspie, and I love him. He knows more trivia than anyone else I've ever met, and he is, without a doubt, a technophile. He's the go-to problem solver for everyone who knows him, and he feigns impatience, but secretly, he loves it.
Aren't they sweet?
Anyway, that's all I can think of to tell about myself, though I'd be happy to add more if there is something I have neglected.
