Little Red Again

There is very little that lifts my spirits like coming home and finding this little guy waiting for me. It's a silent squealfest.

Then I went to Zumba and that, too, appears to lift my spirits. Well, when I'm not getting my ass kicked by having to do too many arm/leg movements at the same time. I'm NOT the epitome of grace and balance, no matter how much I would like to believe that :)

Edit: too funny, I just saw that my one-year-ago also featured a Little Red. Ah, Blip-cycles :)