Procrastination … grown-up style
So … I’ve been dragging my feet. I hate it when I procrastinate, but … DARN. Sometimes being grown up and responsible just BITES.
Ooh – that’s funny. I’m not talking about anything serious, like the 86 yearly competency tests waiting for me at work, or ‘working’ the tax papers or even checking on the kids’ bedrooms/homework. I don’t want to take pictures (800 of them using the photo box and special lighting, just to get a few good ones) and sit at the computer forEVER uploading them to my online (HOBBY) shops. But it’s been looming over me for weeks. I HAVE TO.
Uh, maybe later …
I did take some quick pictures of my last coffin slump. Had some nice pieces come out and some that I will cut up and start over. Speaking of which – my Valentines blank looks like dukey. ‘Prostitute Love – on Crack’ … if I made it into a bowl, that would be the name (at least in my head). Anyway, I’m whining … here are the pictures:
Yoda Kei is opening his eyes. He can’t focus them yet, but I like to think that he can see me … a really beautiful (yeah, fuzzy) version of me anyway. I’ve taken a little slack for his name, but I think it’s cute – and it’s not like he’ll ever have to run for President or anything …
John and I have been laughing all week, looking at Yoda Kei compared to his siblings. John’s convinced the other pups are half-Neo, they look SOO big. He’s taken to calling the girls “Amazonia” (yeah, they have to share that name), and their (slightly) smaller brother “Kong” … He tells them they’ll be ready for sled-training in no time! I’m glad their ears aren’t open yet … I’m sure they would need therapy.