No matter how often I straighten the house, the table in our formal dining room always seems to collect everyone’s junk. Since it s right next to the front door it’s a convenient place to drop bookbags, shopping bags, keys and purses. Not sure what Madison’s jeans are doing there, though.
This little book is the result of 1/2 a semesters blood sweat and tears in my typography class. It consists of 6 different exercise all bound in a fun little book.
Today was a very sad day for me. Neil decided to put our dog Atilla to sleep. Luckily I already had a date set with my two wonderful friend Michelle and Laura at Hot Olives in Winter Park. these two ladies always know the perfect mix of sympathy and humor to save me from my own dark thoughts. The delicious fried olives and super strong peartini didn’t hurt either.