Spent the night at Q’s place for the first time. Some pictures.

While I was asleep, we also made some sort of adult video with the cows who’d mysteriously disappeared by morning and refused to be photographed in daylight. We’ll get them on the next visit.

I call this one, bloody bloody panties. It runs a close second to my greatest masterpiece, Scorpion from behind with vengeance. “What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas”? Not when you chronicle the events with pictures!

Post your best freaky photo and link to it in comments so that we can all come take a look!

Facial,
Q

There is a blog I read called egg in spoon that updates every six months or so. Twice a year, if that. When I first started reading it, Jill and her dog Fred who speaks in broken Tex-Mex blogged more frequently, but it dropped off and I added them to my RSS feed. That makes more sense than checking once a month, I think.

Anyway, it cracks me up because each post is worth the wait. Nothing elaborate. Nothing more than what some of you blog every day. It’s just cool to know that when Jill decides to check in, I can read what she has to say, find out she’s still alive and doing other things.

Besides sitting at a computer blogging all day.

Not that there’s anything wrong with that.

This post may be my elaborate way of encouraging you to add this blog to your RSS feeds if you haven’t already and, perhaps, to be prepared for the day Q and I begin to update semi-monthly, biannually, bienially or whenever.

Maybe tomorrow.

Jon Alex’s birthday is on Sunday. Party on Saturday. Wishing I were dead by Monday. Heh.

House full of kids wet from the pool not my idea of a good time. But I haven’t been seven years old in a very long time.

Somebody remind me to order the balloons before I leave work today. Thanks!

Greatest birthday ever in comments.