Boo-ya, as Jackie Brown says. “Candy Darling with Roses” is finished, and for sale…HERE! I photographed it yesterday–it was snowy and bright outside, which makes for better photography conditions. One of the difficult aspects of living in Seattle–waiting for the weather to act properly. Natural light is always best!
The sun is shining, so I had to take the rogs over to the park, where we narrowly escaped getting a ticket from Animal Control. I had the girls off-leash momentarily to romp around with a standard poodle puppy named Gastone (honestly, cutest poodle I’ve ever seen and I don’t like poodles). We said our good-byes and as I was walking away to grab Maggie’s leash, I spotted a woman staring at me and Bear Cub and walking towards us, fast. I overheard her introduce herself to the poor old couple who owned Gastone as being from Animal Control and we BEAT IT OUTTA THERE, FAST. It was pure luck that she nabbed the old people instead of me, because she’s stopped me before. At least, I think it was her. Those butch Animal Control ladies all look the same (sorry) (not sorry).
Candy has just a touch of glitter on her eyelids that did not, unfortunately, show up in the photos. I’m still mastering (ha) a new photo editing program called PhotoScape, recommended by Helga, which is finally replacing the “Jasc Paint Shop Pro” I used for a truly embarrassing number of years. So far, so good–but I miss the psychedelic fun of using “Harry’s Filters” to make everything rainbow colored. I wonder if I can run H.F. through PhotoScape? Hmmmm.
I went for my blood draw this morning–it was a piece of cake. The phlebotomist told me that I must have had shitty phlebotomists in the past, because my veins were “plump”. Didn’t hurt at all. I brought the Boy along to tell me jokes but he was unable to perform on command (don’t you hate it when that happens?). He’s off skiing today, by himself, poor little guy. His crazy uncle is sick, and his cousins are unreliable. Tomorrow he’ll be home so I can
boss him around hang out with him, but Sunday he’ll be indisposed, watching football all day. This football thing has been very insidious–he claimed to hate sports when I met him, so I thought I was safe. WRONG! Eh, he loves football, I love “Maude”, so I guess we’re…um, even? Bonus: our church is having “football Sunday” where everyone gets together and watches the game on the big screens at church, brings food, chairs, etc.. I wonder if they allow booze? At any rate, I think that would be perfect for him to go to. Without me, of course. Duh. Happy Friday!