While I pack for trips, Allie rolls in the suitcase. She loves vinyl, for some reason. Or taking trips. But that can’t be it, she doesn’t like the car. It must be the suitcase.
Either way, my Thanksgiving clothes were covered in cat hair.
At the farmer’s market, the light hits the jars just right.
Our first Christmas tree in the new house. It lights up the library nicely and was easily assembled (compared to previous efforts). It is tall, round, full and is resting nicely in the stand. That’s better than can be said for the last time we bought a tree.
Lunch!
