Wednesday, October 10, 2012

Grass Fed

Here's that car again right in my back yard.

What are we doing in this atrocious pizza place. . ?

I get the sense that Dad is not looking right at me, but I can't see anything that is distracting him.

My first invite to a birthday party and this guy is still hanging around.
You can leave now, Dad, leave!

This grass is unbelievable!  How 'bout less money on water, more on my college fund?

What a nice place to sit on a summer's eve.

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