After many days of high 60's, I am beginning to put away the wool pants and go for the swim trunks. Dang, the puddles aren't even icing over (and I know since coffee shop boy hasta be up and at 'em by either 6 (six) or 7 (seven) in the a.m....lurking around the 'hood while the quaint little town sleeps and dreams of insecurity and internal strife). But wait, the weatherman has changed his mind, again! Low 30's and a chance of snain (snow/rain) Thursday...way too far to predict, but hey, what else is the guy gonna do?
What's the dill, pickle?
Here's the dill.
And here's the lil' one. Bright sunlight deserves awesome hat. Baby Bjorn is da best!
She was about to cry...see the water in her eye? But Dad made a funny noise and face...and she snapped out of it. Taught to me by Chipper. Thanks. The method continues. "Laughter is the best medicine."
