I mean . . .
But what's *that* I see?
Which is so great, and so cool. And I'm so thankful for such an awesome birthday bucket.
But really? Perhaps the best thing of all? I now have free rein to grow a Buddha belly of my own.
|obligatory. Not pictured: roof rat.|
|Sunday morning champers 101|
|Look what happened to your day-old wine, MB! Ain't no depression round here.|
|Where the magic happens|
|Thinking it over|
|This photo has officially made it onto the walls of the Ledgie Loo.|
|The hand on the leg? I die.|
|Not even an Olympic year. Still, I die.|
|Uncle Mistah Schleckah can talk them into anything.|
|Goodbye, 2011 . . .|
|Oooh, the John H behind them!|