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With regard to a comment on yesterday's post: Pekingese are a peculiar breed, no doubt about it.  Shanghai was smart, intuitive and well-behaved.  The boy wore a bow tie for our Christmas Open House one year, and would rise up on his back launches to show anyone who asked.

Rupert --- well, Rupert was long on personality but short on brain.  Or maybe he was also long on "Whatever. . ."  (Not a sarcastic one, but a "I can roll with that" one.)  He was a handsome, fuzzy shrug.  

I had to get a new bread machine, and broke it in today with Milk Sweet Bread.

The pan on this machine is deep, but not very wide, so the loaf is really more of a column.  The bread turned out to be really, really good, by the way.

Over the weekend, I found and texted my children this photo with the caption, "Hannah is OVER IT."

She was 1, and her brother took the picture.  My hair was significantly darker.

Today is the birthday of, when you get right down to it, my Crush of Crushes, Mr. Redford.

89.  Eight.  Tee.  Nine.  Time has not been as kind to him as it should have been, but he's still who he is.