Christmas came down...mostly.
Izzy slays the fiddle (see what I mean about mostly?).
"I love my dog. My dog loves me. He sleeps in my bed. He loves to eat...cheese." (The makings of a fine young novelist...thanks, public education.)
Me and laundry--a rare match, indeed. Of all the things I love to create, order seems to struggle for its place in my universe. Don't believe me? I give you Exhibit A: the kitchen.