My grandbaby's parents have made the decision they're not crazy about posting baby pictures on the internet right now and I'm good with that. However, if you'd like to e-mail me I'm happy to send pictures of Chloe and also my other granddaughter, Chloe's pug Leila. I have a great picture of Leila guarding my bacon doughnuts. My own dogs would have said seriously? You want me to guard bacon doughnuts? And then they would have snatched them off the plate and headed for the hills.
Meanwhile, I'm still here in Eugene where I have had ample time to catch up on celebrity gossip, including gossip about celebrities of whom I've never even heard. Like Bethenny Frankel, for instance. Apparently she's on the Real Housewives of New York. She's also just had a baby and also hates her mother. Also, she doesn't want us to eat airplane food. That's the bit I'm most interested in. Because as I've noted here before, I starve when I fly these days. There's no such THING as airplane food for mere mortals like me who fly coach. Apparently Bethenny is in the front end of the plane. Holding her baby. Hating her mother. Whining about the food.
Heard from my writer friend Chris Crowe who said he's churning out 2500 brilliant words a day. I need to get back to writing daily. And doing a word count. I want to feel productive again, you know?