Pull up a chair...

Or rather, just sit yourself down.

There's certainly enough chairs for a

small confab of sorts.

I don't wanna talk about grief

or worry or anything heavy today.

I want mindless and brain numbing.

Let's talk Dancing With the Stars!

I have never, ever felt the Derek Hough love,

so I'm pretty meh about Ricki Lake.

I think if J.R. Martinez doesn't win the whole thing, 

it'll be a crime.

Although Carson Kressley certainly does bring the fun factor!

Who are your faves?

For those of you going "who?" and "whaaaaa?",

just pop on over to the next blog. I won't be offended.

Let's talk pet therapy.

The past couple of weeks, I've signed on

to volunteer some time each week to pop by

the local SPCA to give the fur babies some TLC.

It's my way of working through the gr....that word I wasn't going to say.

The Mr. tagged along with me on one of these trips,

so I thought you'd enjoy seeing the avowed cat hater in action.

Yeah, this last pic just screams  anti- feline hostility.

Cat hater, my butt.

And just one more thing.

I'm keeping the lid on a happy secret I have to share soon.

It's just a little something, nothing earth shattering, 

but something nice I'll be able to

share in a couple or three weeks.

More Warrenton photos coming soon,

wishing you the happiest of weeks!