Eli had his bath and blowdry a couple of days ago. He was a lot more fluffed out. I think the humidity made his hair flat. I'm glad I'm not the only one.
This is the chair that I sit in most of the time now and crochet at my table. (That's your shawl on the table, Auntie Gay!) I guess I could move it into the living room, but I've enjoyed the change of scenery in here and listening to the TV is good enough. It's on Fox News most of the day anyway. The chair has arms on it for which to rest my elbows so it's not so hard on my arms. Funny story about the rocking chair...well, not funny, but you know...
We call this "The Death Chair." It belonged to a great, great aunt of mine and she died while sitting in it. (I wonder if she was crocheting?) My grandmother had it reupholstered in a country blue color and in her house for years, and when she and my grandfather moved into a nursing home, I claimed it as mine. My mother reupholstered it yet again in this pretty black and gold, and I just love it now.
Okay, maybe that wasn't such an interesting story after all. Whatever. I'm reaching for material here, people.
I took this picture of Fletch just a few minutes ago. It makes me laugh because of his teeth. I'd give anything if this picture had not been blurred. He has the prettiest, whitest, brightest teeth ever, especially that bottom row, which he flashes at us quite often. It always makes us laugh because we think they look like dentures. They are just too perfect to be real! And what dog goes around flashing his teeth at people anyway? It's weird.
Have a great weekend!