What was the money for? A deposit on something for the back yard. Photos when it's installed. Promise.
I was feeling a little something or other this morning, and left a good little rant on the writing industry on a buddy's blog comments. If you're interested in that, look here.
There was some stretching this evening. This was my view. More supervision. Vague disapproval.
Last night as I was going to bed I had to stop and grab this shot. I had to, even though I woke them up. Celina had had her face tucked into Curtis's armpit.