This dadgum dog.
Holy crap, I'm excited about this little number. As of right now, it's got 21 miles on it, 15 of which I put on it today. I've put the days of the gas guzzling (albeit, comfortable) Murano behind me. Viva la CR-V!
And then today, the view from my room and the brand new Residence Inn at Dearborn/Hubbard in downtown Chicago. Much better.
Plus I get to look at this:
A big ol' mural of Harry Caray's head and famous humongous glasses. Ah...Chicago.
One night, we even pondered the Great American Dilemma:
We were lucky enough to see a couple of amazing sunsets.
Basically, we had a very, very nice time.We'll go back again. Hopefully soon...
There she is, at the bottom of this banner ad recently featured on an online parenting site. Her image was also recently featured in her school's electronic newsletter and also on the website of a photographer we used to take some pictures of her to give out for Christmas presents.
The girl does NOT take a bad photo. Ever.
But the thought of child modeling sort of icks me out. I mean, from there, it's just a slippery slope to beauty pagents, eating disorders, and chain smoking while doing lines of coke during Fashion Week. Right?