Liam, caught in the act of throwing a squishy foam orange at... someone. I forget now who the victim was. Probably his brother. Yes, that's Bos watching. And yes, Liam is in a winter sweater because the child has absolutely no body fat to speak of and is always freezing. May I remind everyone that it has been in the 90's often this summer? The house runs between 72-75 and yet he hunkers down in the basement and wonders why he's chilled...
There really is a pterodactyl under our bed. He'd been perched on our windowsill but at some point must have leapt off, unbeknownst to us. Wonder who or what he was trying to feast on... dust bunnies?
Ever have one of those mornings? That is not the proper way to get creamer into one's coffee, by the way. Would not recommend.
A quiet visitor. The dogs went bananas and gave her away.
A baby bunny steadfastly devouring his breakfast in the middle of our front walk.
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