Feelings, Wo-o-o Feelings

I've been feeling kinda blah lately, so I've decided to take a brief hiatus from blogging. I'm going to take some time to regroup, work on some future blog posts and curl up in my sock drawer, and sleep for days. I'm sure whatever it is will pass and I'll be back blogging in no time. It won't be a long time, maybe a week. Two, tops.

In the meantime, I'm giving each of you an assignment. I've decided to resurrect an idea that I used last fall, called The Photo Genie.

Here's how it works: Think of 3 photos you'd like to see posted on my blog. (Things around my house, things that I own, etc.)

To get an idea of what people asked for last year, click here, here and here.

I'll continue to update my other blog Jam Handy!, only because I have months worth of entries already archived. Otherwise, I won't be accessible online. Instead of my own private Idaho, I'll have my own private deprivation chamber. Think of it as me being away on vacation somewhere fabulous sans the postcards...and the photographs...and the jetlag...and the fun...

Hopefully you'll bear with me and come see me when I get back. In the meantime, there's always the archives.
•Paul: I'm....sorry. Is he all right?
Holly: Sure. Sure. He's okay. Aren't you, Cat? Poor old Cat. Poor slob. Poor slob without a name. I don't have the right to give him one. We don't belong to each other. We just took up one day. I don't want to own anything until I find a place where me and things go together. I'm not sure where that is, but I know what it's like. It's like Tiffany's.
Paul: Tiffany's? You mean the jewelry store?
Holly: That's right. I'm crazy about Tiffany's. Listen. You know those days when you get the mean reds?
Paul: The "mean reds?" You mean, like the blues?
Holly: No. The blues are because you're getting fat or it's been raining too long. You're just sad, that's all. The mean reds are horrible. Suddenly you're afraid, and you don't know what you're afraid of. Don't you ever get that feeling?
Paul: Sure. Some people call it angst.
Holly: When I get it, what does any good is to jump into a cab and go to Tiffany's. Calms me down right away. The quietness, the proud look. Nothing very bad could happen to you there. If I could find a real-life place that made me feel like Tiffany's, then... then I'd buy some furniture and give the cat a name...I'm sorry. You wanted something. Oh, the telephone.
•*Much thanks to Mona for permitting me to use her picture of her sweet kitty, Hillary.