Hanukkah started last night and Marc lit the menorah.
A few days ago we were babysitting Scooter, our neighbor. This was a rare moment of calmness on the part of Hines, so I consented to actual photo documentation of the way I look right now. 
Hines recently discovered that I like to use my microwavable beanbag on my bag when it gets sore from cleaning, walking, standing, sitting, or, well, anything I do right now. As I was positioning the beanbag behind me last night against my lower back, Hines got wind of the radiating heat and stole it from me by firmly planting his body over it for the remainder of the night. I've reheated it for him at least seven times today. God forbid my little fat-less and near-hair-less doggie get a chill.
And finally... a family mystery:
Last Sunday I baked this apple pie and left it, totally covered in foil, on the kitchen counter over night.
By Monday morning it looked like this.
The culprit.
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