Here's a bonus button. This one is from Lynne's collection, but I think I may have one like it deeply buried in my container o' buttons.

I chose this button even though I'm not a big fan of pies (sorry, Agent Cooper) because Wednesday provided a spontaneous pie night with friends. On a whim, Tom called The Brides to see if their tight schedule allowed for dinner, and it did, as long as Lindsey could later use my kitchen for baking. So we had a raucous evening with Tom, Tim, Rhonda, Lindsey, me, Margot, Guinness, Rex, Pixie, Sugar, and Puddles--the puppy also known as Pixie's Mini Me.

Later, while I sewed, the house filled with the aroma of baking. Lindsey was making pies in a jar, which involved a lot of cutting apples into cubes and some apple-cube eating (The bowl was right in front of me! I couldn't help myself! There were plenty!). There were also a couple of side trips to the grocery store and Starbucks in there. And when Lindsey finally filled all the jars, there were enough apple cubes left over (SEE?) to fill a couple of ramekins. One of which is still in my kitchen, looking adorably edible.



More Thankgivingy stuff to come, but for now, HAPPY THANKSGIVING to everyone who celebrates it, and for those who don't, just know I'm thankful that you're part of my life.

You know it.

Stop it, stop it stop it.
Snopes.com: Go there before you add my e-mail address to that forward list.

I haven't been taking enough photos lately.

These buttons are gifts from Marika. Scully'z Recordz is a store where you should all go. No, seriously. GO THERE RIGHT NOW. And since you'll be in New Orleans anyway, please bring me back a beignet from Café Du Monde, 'kay?

I had fun this past week briefly remembering, with Tim and Timmy, the first online hoax we fell prey to. Good times.

I hope my friends and the other participants at the National Equality March in D.C. have a fantastic day! I thank all of my friends who trust me enough to be themselves with me; I'm proud to be your advocate and ally. And today's button reminds everyone that whether or not you know it:

October 11 is National Coming Out Day.

Dreamy, huh? This button is based on a painting called "Natchitoches, Louisiana at Night" by Lenora De Lude of Shreveport, Louisiana. Though only a few of you may be able to pronounce the town's name (nothing like it looks), you could be familiar with it as the real town on which Steel Magnolias was based. The play, written by Robert Harling, was about the death of his younger sister, and the movie was filmed in Natchitoches. (The town was renamed Chinquapin in the movie.) Natchitoches is the oldest permanent settlement in the Louisiana Purchase, and is the sister city of Nacogdoches, Texas (much easier to pronounce).

Sadly, Natchitoches is also the place where singer Jim Croce died on September 20, 1973.

Happy birthday, retaliashun. I hope you have a great day!