Blog Photos 2

Skwigg

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Blog Photos 2
I caught a glimpse of my back and was totally speechless for a second, then I started jumping up and down like the next contestant on The Price is Right. I used to be a soft, weak, diet ninny, now I am She-Ra, Kicker of Ass. There was a time when I modeled my hands. I had long nails and a perfect manicure, and I would hold a rose or a wine glass or a piece of jewelry for commercial photographers. These days I'm sporting bloody knuckles and boxer's fractures. The snow dogs. Here's our Nightmare Before Christmas Tree. Nice, eh? :-) That year, I was lying on the couch under the tree when the big fake bird came crashing through the branches and pecked me in the face like something out of a Hitchcock movie. Very festive! Now, don't ask me why I'm scared screaming senseless of winged roaches but fine with woolly worms. It's one of life's mysteries. Trying to get a picture of my lovely sparring bruises with dogs diving into the shots and running every which way. Most women have skin tones in colors like "ivory" or "warm beige" or "mocha." I'm usually teetering on "Creature from the Black Lagoon."	I know, I'm a nutrition rebel. I just get tired of trying to reason with people who are afraid of fruit. I can't do anything without Ripley's assistance. I said something to my husband about her being a Velcro dog and he said, yeah, the side with the hooks. Oh, how I love a trip to The Apple Store. Let me count the ways... Ripley, right after pulling all the stuffing out of that black comforter. Is it just me, or does she appear to be laughing? I was walking the dogs one morning when Ripley tried to eat a dead animal, nothing new except that this one wasn't dead, it was hissing, not to mention half drowned and very cold. Poor weird little opossum. I put her in my pocket and took her to a wildlife rehab center.

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