Ruby woke up this morning and demanded to be taken down to the kitchen where she started calling, “Chips?  Chips? Where are you???”  I don’t know that she’s stopped eating tasty treats since she got to her Nonno and Nonna’s house.  She also calls out for cookies with great success.  Initially there was a little confusion as to whether she was saying “turkey” or “cookie,” but that was quickly cleared up and there’s been little to stop the tiny locust since.

I did get the treadmill 21-miler done.  It was not pretty — especially since my parents have mirrored walls in their workout room — but I got it done.   (Some of the ugliness was margarita-induced.)

45 years and going strong!

This is Daisy the Tolerant, my sister’s dog.

And then we saw some Star Wars.

Without this one.  (We didn’t actually leave her in the basket.)

This week’s schedule: