Cell Phones Aren’t for Calls

Cell phones are for email and texting and…pictures!  I’m on the brink of a bout with depression, I can feel it.  The only factor in my life I feel is to blame is the return of summer weather.  It’s going to be October tomorrow, and it will be 85 or 90 degrees.  When I feel depressed, I cannot write.  So, I will show you dumb pictures instead.

I made this pizza.  The dough, the sauce, even the sausage was home made venison sausage.

Amy has been updating her blog with her holier-than-thou huge tree of beautiful colors.  I have exactly one leafy tree, (the rest are evergreen) and it’s changing too.  Really, it just appears to be dying.

When I was in high school I lived in a town with a guy who would walk around with headphones covering his ears all day long.  That town was about two hours from here, but somehow I saw him at the grocery store last week.

I don’t know what the crap this means.  Do people really walk cats around making it a problem, or is it come sort of joke?

I think the golf ball (my hailed damaged white Accord) could take it.

**WARNING**  The next image is not pretty.

It’s a newborn mouse or vole I found in the yard last spring.  It’s gross and sad at the same time.

Great, now I am depressed again. :/

About kristiane

killing spiders with my laser eyes.
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2 Responses to Cell Phones Aren’t for Calls

  1. Guise says:

    You made venison pizza. You are awesome.

  2. Amy says:

    My tree has never looked more beautiful than it did today. My camera can’t seem to capture the glow. Sorry, it’s true.

    That dead baby “thing” is sad. I love the ***Warning*** thingie too.

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