Now, to sleep 14 hours

Made it!  Safely back from the woods to the warm and welcoming bosom of the world wide web.  

Really, really tired from camping.  But here’s a pic to tide you over until my next riveting post, which may include allusions to nervous goats and what they really do when sheep are out at sea.

Oh, and I think the guy with the chainsaw will be named Helmut! (Hell-moot, oh Hell-moot, love’s not the point…)

(Yes, face-painting very popular in the deep wilderness too.)

How will I ever survive??

Soon I’ll be away from this computer for over 48 hours and I’m already starting to freak out at the terror of it all.   No Internet for two days!  Help.

Going camping…

Any new commenters will have to wait until I get back Sunday at 3:18:29 p.m. Central Time, to have their cherished words go live.

Here are a couple pix from last year’s trip.

See you Sunday!

To Fu fight or not to Fu

(As usual, clicking on photo maximizes cuteness.)

She started  Kung Fu over a year ago, goes twice a week and really likes it, which is a good thing for her because her dad and I told her she can’t quit until she’s 18 or earns her first black belt. 

Are we a mean old mom and dad or do we kick general ass in our Kung Fu plan for Kelly?

Whaddya mean, I only get one, Mom?

With her first self-haircut, age 3 1/2