Tucking in to face the snow that’s predicted to float down all day tomorrow. I will live the rest of my life knowing that my dog blamed me during these, her golden years, for exacerbating the arthritis in her hips. Feeling pretty guilty about that. To the degree that I actually bought her a sweater today — a lovely royal blue turtleneck. I’m not joking. — and have her nicely planted on the love seat with a heating pad lovingly cradling those old hips. Guilt is an interesting motivator.
So, while I obsess over my decisions, here’s something light for your Friday. The zombie ad attracted me. Also, the one to Lester … genius.
