I still exist, promise.

I've relocated (again!) to the lovely sunshine state and and am spending time hanging out with my 96 year old, stubborn-as-all-get-out, great-grandma, while quietly trying to organize little bits of chaos that are all over the house. This charming little fellow below is one of the "treasures" hanging out in the garage and has probably been living a very sad existence in there for longer than I've been alive. At some point in time, he lost his arms. Bummer, Mr. T-Rex, no hugs for you.