Bad Blogger

I'm like a boyfriend chock full of empty promises sometimes, aren't I? Tomorrow baby, I promise - tomorrow I'll post pictures, just give me one more chance and I swear it...

Seriously though, I'm getting stuff done. It's just that I have no proof because I run out of sun to photograph every day. It's winter's fault! If it were summer (and I knew how to use the timer on my camera), you'd be looking at honey-hued shots of me wearing a new belt in the park under the overpass near my house. Doesn't that sound nice?

As it is, you'll probably have to settle for shots of my dog wearing a new belt, standing on the front porch in a snow flurry tomorrow.

Damn winter. Why's it always gots to come between us like this, sugar?