Seize the Day! Not.

I would like to begin this post with "The Death of Hammáh" 

Hammáh, a la The Death of Marat

He Did put up a fight before accepting his death.

E Tu, Brute?

Then I would Like to Segue into My Selfies' Practice. 

Am I in Focus?

Yes!

Then I'll Say Something Noncommittal About Enjoying Time with My Brother.

+David Horton and Me on the DF

Who Enjoyed The Trip Home… In the Trunk of Our Acura.

We Fit 6 people in our 4 seater car. Thanks, Dave!

And I tried Snuggling with Hammer, but he refused and instead I got a "Ham-styled foot bath".

2:30am. Hammáh is the Only One with Vigour.

This Really is a "Seize the Day! Not." kind of post. 

After last night's shenanigans, the house has been dolefully quiet. Mom speaks and sounds like she's been a chain smoker for the last 40 years. Dad isn't hunting, as a 2am bedtime calls for an afternoon nap. I stay in bed, listening to "The Kite Runner" on CD and wondering why people don't read my blog as well as wondering why they would. I think it's safe to say, I need a catnap.