Sam's "tots" shirt. He'd wear it every day if his mother could keep the laundry caught up.
This is Sam getting his first stripe on his belt a few weeks back. It was our first experience with a ceremonial awarding of a rank and I was pretty impressed. Or it could've been that I was just giddy from getting to stare at Sensei for an extra hour that week.
This poor fella ended up half in the ditch at the derby Friday night. He was upset about it, too. Can't say I blame him.
Last night we went to the Mud Run at the Fairgrounds (I told you it was a redneck weeekend). I just had to take a picture to show y'all non-redneck folks just what the guys around here like to do to their trucks from time to time.
Mom took this with my camera the weekend we went to the "beach". I had gone to get the car and when I drove back up to where they all were I found them all, all 8 of them, standing there looking up at the sky. That alone would've made a good picture, but then Mom showed me what she took and I was okay with it instead.
This is Cindy Brady taking a well, cat nap on the ladder on my front porch. I used to decorate this ladder for all the seasons - pumpkins in the fall with autumn leaves, holly garland at Christmas, flowers in the spring. But when Little Dog (God rest his little puppy soul) invaded, he ate anything I'd put up there. Then along came the kittens who feel compelled to bat at and shred anything I hang from it. They have taken it over now as a napping ladder.
I shot it from my big chair in the living room. And yes, I realize that the window is disgustingly filthy. I never said I was Martha Stewart.