My Day in 10 Pictures

I read an article yesterday about blogging. I went down the rabbit hole and clicked links here and there, and finally landed on a list of blog post challenges.

I accepted one: post about a normal day in 10 pictures. Easy enough.

Except...I only have 7 pictures.* 

70% is still passing. Am I right? 

*Let's be real, I have way more than 7. However, most are duplicate photos. Failed attempts at capturing the unicorn--a shot of all 3 kids looking in the same direction at the same time. 

Also, please note that I did have 8! (80%!) Unfortunately, upon further review of the first picture of the morning (my cubicle), I think there may have been (if you squinted really hard and zoomed in a million percent) something confidential lurking on my desk. As I like having a job (read: money), I refrained from posting. If you've seen Office Space, you've seen my cube (sans the red stapler).

Completely devastated after discovering the
food truck had cancelled, I had a nice lunch of Cheez-Its. 

Thank God It's Friday. The best part of the work day is leaving!
Glad to be home with these cats, enjoying the sun!

El Rio Grande for supper, since I had been
malnourished all day. This Bear loves queso.

Tacos, rice, and beans make Julian a happy boy.

Best buddies.

110 days until Halloween!
Celebrating Friday the 13th in style.

Time for bed + book!

Happy Blogiversary!

Today is the 1-year anniversary of my blog. I can't believe it. One year! Time flies when you're writing about the goofy stuff that happens in your life. On my very first blog, I had a picture of baby Flash, so it is only fitting that this blog have a toddler picture of Flashy. My, how he's grown. But really, the baby Flash picture from last year is misleading, because at that point, the child was already 1 year old. I guess I just posted that picture because it was the cutest one I had on my pomcuter (as Dilly used to call it).

Dilly got a new ride! Look out, citizens of Dwarf, Dilly is on the loose. He is driving a stick shift. I hope he is better at it than I was when I first got my car. Good Lord. Remember when I peeled rubbed through the McDonald's drive-thru? Oh, I bet they thought I was a nut. See, the drive-thru was on the tiniest incline...yet, it was enough of an incline to make me spin my wheels and peel out. How embarrasing! It was on the way to the damn pick-up window, so I still had to face the people. If I hadn't of paid, I would've just left. First gear on an incline, gotta love a stick shift.

Speaking of new cars and stick shifts, wouldn't it be grand to own an automatic? I've been thinking about it lately. Perhaps Doug's obsession with cars has rubbed off on me. I just can't find it in my heart to get rid of Betty Blue, though. She is so perfect...tell me again, why did I get a stick shift when I bought her? She has seat warmers, 6-disc CD player, sunroof, tinted windows, leather seats, she is the perfect shade of blue, oh yeah, and she's ALL MINE! Completely paid for. I guess I'll just keep the ole gal. Maybe someday I'll have an automatic. And maybe it'll look like this: