A former college-radio DJ, Mrs. Kennedy has driven cross-country six times in a 1973 Volkswagen Bug and enjoys standing on her head.
Currently she works a straight job and is just about finished writing her first novel.
Guess what's for dinner!
Excuse me, Richard, I wasn't done yet.
Can you see me? Are you sure you can see me? Because I'm hiding and you're not supposed to see me.
Jerome got his own star on the Chapala Street Walk of Fame across from the Quaker meeting house.
Kittens were being very fighty with each other and then I found them in the window like so, Richard with his tail around Cassie like he didn't want her to be mad anymore.
Did a cruise ship go down or something? Crazy amount of glass out there today. #santabarbara #glasshound #beachcandy
I found a little foot.
We are cat-sitting the best noisy girl.
Someone left Richard in a heap.
I am super happy with the way these butt patches came out. Butt polka dots for everyone! Just kidding, please don't send me your holey jeans to fix.
Nice of someone to finally put some eye makeup on this guy!
Don't be jealous of my new potato butt profile photo. It's just a celebration of summer bounty.
So fucking mad at me 20 minutes ago for putting flea medicine on the back of her neck. #ihavebeenforgiven #caturday
This is where the sea glass ends up, on an old card catalog altar with a Holly McKay painting of the road to Big Sur, topped by a handprint turkey by a former 3-year-old boy who's now three inches taller than me, and guarded by an @outofcharacterquilts sock zombie.
The sun is angry, we must appease it.
Ninety-five cents! Who wants 'em!
A partial and unfiltered view of today's take. #santabarbara #glasshound #beachcandy
My husband took this picture of the red, red moon last night. #fireseason
Rainy day cuddle.
It got cold all of a sudden.
I made a pillow fort.
Peewee is eight today! ❤️🍰❤️🍰❤️
Happy 8th birthday, Peewee! All the hugs belong to you today. ❤️😍❤️🍰❤️
Peewee doesn't understand why someone would gently sprinkle confetti all over his head. #fiesta #santabarbara
Feeling a little fragile today, Dr. Russell took 3.2 liters of fluid out of Peewee's abdomen this morning. His heart's gotten weaker but he's still a good boy. Thinking good thoughts as he rounds the corner towards his eighth birthday!
Not happy about this new "kibble only" situation.
I'm hiding from the sun!
It's important to groom your balls.
Mom why is he sitting on me.
The first thing I like to do in the morning is go back to bed.