“Ashley! You have your chin on my clean sweats!”
“I do not!”

Right from the start I referred to Ashley as my “pupperdog.” After a while though, I realized that she was actually my “pup ur-dog”—that is, some proto-dire-wolf aspect of a pit bull / boxer cross.
You can see it in her eyes. 🐕 #dogsofmastodon
I think it’s funny to pronounce baklava like balaclava. Fortunately, Jackie says it’s okay, as long as I’m not talking to the baker.
Yummy desert.
Over the months we’ve had her I’ve described Ashley as being puppish, puptastic, and pupalicious. But just recently I’ve realized that she as best described as being doggedly pupstanding in her field. 🐕 #dogsofmastodon
The sort of thing Jackie might say on any ordinary day (such as today):
“Consider using a shallot as your allium in today’s lunch.”
(To be fair, just yesterday I told her I wasn’t using the shallots, assuming that she’d gotten them with some particular dish in mind.)
In my previous post, I talked about RDL (Romanian dead lift) the exercise. In HEMA practice RDL refers to something else: the writers of three famous glosses of Lichtenauer’s Zettel (a long didactic poem on sword fighting) by Sigmund ain Ringeck, Pseudo-Peter von Danzig, and Jud Lew.
So far, I’m reading a different gloss of the poem (although I’ll probably get to those as well):
The first periodic cicada of the year. Or, you know, the decade-plus.
I dragged Jackie out to see it. Because—you know—who knows how long it might be before she has another chance to see one?
(Yes, that’s a joke.)
One signifier of a fast-approaching birthday (when you get to be my age) is that you get ads for life insurance. I mentioned to Jackie that we don’t need life insurance, and she said that it especially didn’t matter because she was counting on me to outlive her.
“For one thing, you’re younger than me. For another, you’re doing all you can to do so. Well, not to outlive me, but to live a long time.”
“I’ll admit,” I replied, “It’s getting rather late for me to die young.”