The Year of My Socks, Two-Thousand and Eighteen
We adopted another furry guy today, because Smoky (foreground) needed a buddy to play with. Bandit -- see what we did there? -- is pretty much Smoky's chromatic opposite, but they are on the exact same page when it comes to playtime. I took this earlier, some many hours after their first meeting, and the … Continue reading New Dog Is New, Good Dogs Are Good
Okay, yes, I know. I basically disappeared there for, well, pretty much all of January. We'll talk about that tomorrow. Today I'm just talking about my girl. My daughter wrote and submitted a piece in the Critical Essay category of this year's Scholastic Art and Writing competition. Spoiler alert: her essay won a Scholastic Gold … Continue reading Back Just In Time To Brag
Hello waffles!
This is our 2018, in one image. These are the "Happy New Year" socks I wore yesterday. After taking the picture below, I used the 365 images of the socks from the past year and some nifty software to make the mosaic above. I won't lie; I'm pretty darned happy with how it turned out.
We fracking did it...
Of all the pictures, all the poses and places from this past year that I sat down with locked heels, crossed ankles, or Smoky-preseting-a-toy, I think this particular arrangement is my favorite. Even though it's late December and too cold to be hanging out for very long on my back patio (despite how strangely warm … Continue reading Salt, Lime, And Savoring Success
As promised, the one last pair of holiday socks as was foretold in prophecy. My family got together for Christmas today, and as it starts with bloody Mary's and mimosas, and includes at least one beer and wine exchange, socks sporting the phrase "Christmas Spirits" just seemed right. Two days left. How did we get … Continue reading Christmas Spirits
Three. Days. Remain. Today marks 362 days of socks. Indeed, I do believe I'll have myself a beer and contemplate that for a few moments. In the meantime, you guys should hit up a happy hour and maybe have a few pints of your own. Just remember to celebrate responsibly, and take an Uber or … Continue reading Three Hundred And Sixty Two Bottles Of Socks On The Wall
Earlier today I was going back through the many, many (many) sock pictures from this past year -- for a surprise project! -- and I realized that over the course of the first three months of 2018, two things became very clear. The first is that my skill with taking and presenting pictures of the … Continue reading A Dog, His Guy, And Some Socks
We certainly aren't ready to declare a wrap on the holidays around here, especially since I'm technically on vacation until after the first of the year. That said, though, yesterday's Santas do, sadly, represent the end of the 2018 Puddintopia Holiday Sock Collection. There is one exception to that statement, of course, as there is … Continue reading Libations In Celebration
