deja zippy

Dinner at Tommy's, once again.
Sigh.
It's just that good.







Dave worked off some of that milkshake yesterday. I looked on, and put the two youngest through their paces. They're becoming old hand at this bike race scene, except for the part of the scene that involves deathly aliens disguised as cute little white dogs. Just ask Spencer.


Don't fear, crafters, I haven't completely fallen off the craft wagon. I have two completed sewing projects to share--one for me, and one for someone else, someone with sad short fur not meant for the wintery north. Stay tuned, I may actually post pics, eventually . . .