Checked the mailbox today. . .

No, I didn't find this dog in it.


This is Buck, our dog neighbor who is good looking, sampling some of Charlottesville's best coffee. He has good taste for such a young man.




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Nor did I find a package from the Peace Corps, alerting me of my fate for the next number of years. Maybe tomorrow.


Buuuuut, I did get a package from my supercool friend Cat who is not only gorgeous but also a genius. Contents of the box included two tattoos, one of a puppy one of a kitten (hardcore, no?), a cd mix complete with a clip from Star Wars (the original) a Dana Carvey bit about broccoli, as well as songs from dynamite hack, the the, lovebugs, new order, and other great greats. Other goodies in the box: some candy she stole from harry potter (sucker!), a book of wicked spanish phrases to prepare us for our pending travels to latino world ("Pardona mi esposo. El es malnacido" -pardon my husband, he's ill-bred), and a cd with pics of our last great hoorah together over christmas, some of which I shall preview here. Muchas gracia, Cat. You make my day. I luff you hard.



Cat has moved to the country of Colombia, Missouri, where she helps the orphans and cares for the poor. We miss her hard, but she is doing great work for the suffering people of the midwest. Also, I think she's involved with the neighboring Hugo Chavez socialist thing, but she hasn't said so. Just a suspicion of mine.







Talley and I are sooooo serious. All the time. I'm serious.









We are laughing. . . We are good Friends. . .

I love lamp.