PAGING: JIM COMERS

Jim, I need your mailing address... again.
email to jess k hartley @ gmail dot com, please?

~jess~

In which we mispost - Formerly: "Don't you get hungry?"

(Mistakenly added this to the wrong journal, so y'all get to see it too. Cut for pictures of food.)
In
No... no, I decidedly do not get hungry on this eating plan.

( NomNomNom )

In which we see an off-off-off Broadway show...

The Valkyrie had her first Junior High Choir concert just before Thanksgiving. One of the greatest benefits of being a freelance writer by trade is that I get to go to things like this, even when they hold them first period (8am?)

On with the Show!!!

( Cut for Photos and Mom-Pride )

In which we have visitors...

The first night we spent in our new house, The Viking awoke to Anubis gently woofing at the screen door off of the master bedroom. He got up just in time to see a pack (herd?) of javelina high-tailing it out of the area. We've been here a few months now and I had not seen one (other than at the High Desert Museum up in Tucson).  Tonight, however, that changed!

( Not by the hair of my chinny-chin-chin... )

In which we educate...

Javelina (the subject of my last post) are Peccaries.  They look like pigs, but are of a different animal family. They have big teeth.   They smell bad.  They have long (but not quite elephantine) snouts and apparently very cute babies.   They also, like coyotes (Sorry, Cyrano) apparently are a big domestic problem in certain areas of the SW.