I want the world to know, I’ve got to let it show…Oh, nothing of note. Well, I DID just discover that 75% of the hair covering my husband’s legs has disappeared, and replaced with…spider veins. My Old Man has OLD MAN LEGS! I feel confident discussing this information here because according to Sitemeter I average about 30 views a day, none of which are even in this country, so who cares? I’m coming out!

A glow exercise class with my frond Rachel at my yoga studio. I love saying “my yoga studio” because it makes me feel all fancy, like the kind of woman who applies expensive eye cream every night with her pinkie finger. I don’t do that, by the way. I don’t believe in eye cream.

Rachel and I do a 75 minute yoga flow class together once a week, and that has “counted” as my exercise until this week, when I finally said ENOUGH IS ENOUGH to my arm flaps and started walking the dog again. I pathetically had shin splints after the very first walk. Yikes, girl!

I did a second “Booze and Pancakes” show in downtown Seattle in April. This time I only brought three pieces, two old and one new, and Josh and I spent the entire night on the dance floor. I wrote my phone number next to the art on the (disposable) wall in case anyone wanted to buy anything. They didn’t.

Furthering my “Fuck It, I’m 45” attitude, I’ve decided that 2025 is the year I embrace sunbathing again. Why not? I have a drawerful of bikinis and plenty of paperbacks to last me through the summer. Will I tan? Nope. Will I get a little serotonin re-charged? One can only hope, sweetie darling!

I finally listened to my husband (I know! Weird, huh?) and used the “gentle leader” harness on Rosie this week. GAME CHANGER. This hyper maniac doesn’t pull at ALL with the GL harness on her muzzle. I was nearly in tears the first time we went for a walk and she didn’t pull my arm off. Hooray!

Things I am enjoying lately: spring flowers, fig bars, dishy biographies of Elizabeth Taylor (I’m reading an unauthorized one right now written by a couple of gay guys and it’s a LOT), blocking T**** finally on my threads account because I can’t stand one more day of hearing what that fucking demented orange psycho is doing every day (cutting funds to PBS was the last bit of news I heard).

Everyone’s favorite GG has been in and out of the hospital/nursing home this year but she was home for Easter and we all went over and had dinner with her. I took a picture of her and enhanced it by adding hearts over her gait belt. We love you GG!

My April art docent lesson was on these “echo line” drawings, with a bonus lesson on warm and cool tones. This was my example, paint marker on cardstock. My mother liked this one so much I framed it and gave it to her.

My handsome, recently smooth-legged husband turned 51 in April. I made him white cake with homemade buttercream frosting, as per his request, and then we all went out for sushi dinner with three of the grandparents, none of whom like sushi. Ha!

I volunteered at the annual art fair at Goo’s school. I was supposed to stay in place at a table and teach art for two hours, but I did break free to do a walk-through and look at all the art.

The black light room was so cool! I bid on two pieces–one for me and one for mom, but refused to spend over 50$ per piece and got outbid. That’s okay–there’s always next year!

Well, my eight year old son just vomited extravagantly all over the one good rug we own, so I gotta go. Ta ta, blog-logs!