The people at Literally, A Web Log don't post anymore, but I still enjoy them. I haven't reviewed this video recently, but I'm going to pretend that there is hopping involved. Isn't that lazy? I'm posting a video I made and am not checking it beforehand. That's a lovely swirl of trust and katyfoolery. Here's to hoping this is not the one of Mark and me painting each other in Latex and spanking the dogs to the "True Blood" soundtrack.
Emeraldina and I hanging out. Emeraldina was accidentally called a dog. I was surrounded by dogs. What did you expect, species accuracy? Hell, I didn't even get the class right. Carl Linnaeus might defriend me on Facebook:
Visiting the Detergent Brothers in the country has made my goal of cycling to work five times a week difficult. On days when I visit them from work–slumber party on a school night makes me such a naughty girl–I can't ride. I have, however, figured out that I could cycle on those days if I get one of those origami bikes. That's in the future. I could leave work and take the train to Ipswich, then the bus to Fernvale or Coominya. I'd unfold and ride on in. It would take a while, but the Somerset Valley is gorgeous. The Brisbane Valley Rail Trail should be fixed from the flood by the time I save up enough coin. The Mothership backs up to the BVRT. Some day. Oh, yes, my pretties, some day I'll have my origami bicyle.
Eeks! I just realised that there are no gratuitous grey shots in here. How about a retro look. Here's a former foster, Jimmy:
Jimmy was our first foster. Tamale was completely smitten with him. If I may be so bold to anthropomorphise here, she really did appear heartbroken when he left. In some ways, that is the saddest thing about fostering. If I may continue to anthropomorphise, Tamale was a huge fan of Caspar David Friedrich and other romantic painters. Was that too much?
The downside of committing to this hop thing is that I am constantly reminded that I'm a week older. If you're interested in playing along, the rules are here (and on other blogs' posts).