My Dry, Dry July

Ten and two, ten and two, ten and two.  Hey, I think this would be more fruitful IF I HAD A FLY FISHING POLE!

This had to be the day that my hair was behaving.  Fourth place in the bed head contest is a little embarrassing.

Happy 82, Grandma Oma.  She was the life of the party.

I can walk.  Ahem, provided there are index fingers hovering just so.

Great Grandchildren.
This couch will eventually be worn out by photo sessions.

I can't wait for P. Diddy's White Party.  I haven't seen the invite yet.

Another "party nap" that was somewhat intentional.  I couldn't partake of the crab legs. . . yet.

It was rainy, so I demanded an outing around the carriage house.

Isaac and I hung out on the 4th of July.  We had planned to get up to all sorts of pyrotechnics, but The State of Colorado banned all the fun in light of recent wildfires.  Bummer.