That's me surrounded by even more paperwork for immigration.
In this week's installment that it is effing expensive to live in Sydney: bought some grapes and pre-slice pineapple, spent $14.20.
NFL kickoff was televised in a local pub, and these two guys looked like they were skipping work to grab a beer and watch the game. (It was 10:30 Friday morning.)
My guy & I treated ourselves to Hooter's take-out. This was my order. Yes, I shared the curly fries. Reluctantly.
Spot the kitties - after SEVENTEEN hours in bed! - I got up to this. So, picture this: my spot is Astro on one side with Ricky & Ivy on the other. The lump in the upper right corner is my guy still in bed. We were tired. It was a long week.
Speaking of my guy, we rolled out of bed, went for a pub lunch, and went to a movie. Spontaneous Sunday date. No, I didn't even brush my hair.
America, my heart is with you on this day (and everyday). Fifteen years. I can't believe it. This picture is from my apartment where I lived five years ago.