A big deadline cast a pall over my day. I felt cheated… until I remembered that May 8 always fell during Finals Week in college, so it’s been tense more often than not. Honestly, aren’t most holidays trouble of one kind or another?
This was the first rainy Aardvark Day in memory, forcing the festivities indoors. This year’s shots ranged from dreamy…
… to drowsy:
I’ve spared you all the yawning pictures. We’re rarely in bed before 1, but I can’t fight these eyelids any longer.
(By the way— I finally dragged my acne acne acne to a dermatologist in March. Quite the improvement, eh?)
Happy Aardvark Day, celebrants! May all your old flames be… … old? Flaming? Yep, it’s bedtime.