Silence is golden?

I'm so sorry! Yes, it has been a long time since my wit has graced your eyes, gentle readers. I find I have been a bit preoccupied. In my defense, I do not have internet access at my place of residence as yet, and thus, when I am free to type, I am left with no way to get that typing to you. I travesty I am working hard to remedy, I assure you.

I know that I have been tagged (thank you, Sarah), and I'm currently formulating some responses. I won't promise good ones, but they are harder than I thought they'd be. "Give me just a little more time" (Sorry for the mo-town moment, but I couldn't resist).

And now, pictures as promised:

And some from New Year's Eve. Yes, we matched on purpose. Yes, he's really 6'8".

As for the installment of wit, I have taken umbrage with the makers of nylons. Due to my height, more often than not, I have to buy a pair that is sized the same as a mattress. That's just insulting! Who wants to wear nylons sized like a mattress? I mean really? ("Oh, last year I could fit into a twin, but ever since my thyroid went berzerk, it's nothing but California Kings for me"). It's just rude.