So it’s 2am and I can’t sleep. Seems to me the most logical thing to do is to stop trying, get out of bed, and write a blog. :) I’m one of those trendy gluten free people, and I’m nearly certain the hot sausage I had for dinner was hiding some gluten [don't look at me like that, the sausage casings are often made from bread!]. Shame on me for not checking. But anyway, the belly ache is keeping me awake, and here I am babbling about nothing.
Today Yesterday I changed some of my framed photos from butterflies and flowers I shot while I was at the Art Institute to Celtic crosses I shot while in Ireland. Had I anticipated writing a ridiculous entry on such a mundane subject, I would surely have taken a before photo. So because of the lack of foresight, here I am in my wild-side zebra print snuggie at 215am holding the now homeless photos that have been replaced…
No love. Anybody want some already cut to size photos of flowers and butterflies? Hmm…didn’t think so. And the successors are:
Ta da!! And in case you ever wondered what it looks like at 215am in Pittsburgh, there’s a lovely view out my window. Class.
