My brother loves zombies. I think they would love him, too, if they ever got to know him.
Anhoo, that's what we are these days: zombies. Tony doesn't get home until late and I am usually already asleep because I have been up and going since six am. Our house is a disaster, and poor Buster probably misses us like crazy.
This weekend, I will be wooing people into spending money by displaying some powerful cleavage in a green dress for the South Pacific County Humane Society St. Patty's Auction. Tony will be working.
So, just a check-in post to let you know that we are still alive. The daffodils are blooming, and the tulips are shooting up (not heroin, they're just getting bigger). I hope this means that spring is on it's way!