That kinda night

There are few things about which I get sentimental. However, I am very sentimental about certain totems that remind me of who I am and how I got here. My engagement ring went missing, presumed stolen, in Mexico three years ago and I still grieve for it. Tonight I thought I'd lost my wedding ring in the floorboards of our house somewhere. Seems there are few things that make me inconsolable like the misplacement of something I hold dear. Oh, and this mascara is the runniest, pooliest mascara I ever owned.

Up close & personal with Alf

Alf, @medusa1001's Westie, has been poorly. Poor little thing had brain surgery last week to remove a tumour that was making him fit and probably giving him one heck of a headache. He's recovering well & got right in my face on Friday to say hello.

Succulent strawberry

I looked at this longingly for a long while before I actually ate it. So juicy.