Here's some pictures:
Q the Smug, Earl of Berkshire, luxuriates in a local inn beneath the caresses of a Gypsy admirer.
Q learns that resistance is futile.
T does the sidestroke through a sea of freshly raked leaves.
Sunday, November 11, 2007
Sunday Before Veterans Day: It's The New Saturday!
Oh, the fun we had today. Ronadh, Mark, and Owen over for brunch around 10:00, followed by a trip to Owen's for Q and some leaf-rakin' and leaf-pile-jumpin' for T. Then, a run up to Q's riding lesson, followed almost immediately by a run back home when it was learned that the riding lesson was canceled. T and Mami, meanwhile, walked to a local park and slid on exceedingly unsafe (read: "fun") playground equipment, circa 1975. And then all reported back to the ranch, where we perched atop Mongo like a flock of grackles and did a whole lot of football-watchin'.
Here's some pictures:
Q the Smug, Earl of Berkshire, luxuriates in a local inn beneath the caresses of a Gypsy admirer.
Q learns that resistance is futile.
T does the sidestroke through a sea of freshly raked leaves.
Here's some pictures:
Q the Smug, Earl of Berkshire, luxuriates in a local inn beneath the caresses of a Gypsy admirer.
Q learns that resistance is futile.
T does the sidestroke through a sea of freshly raked leaves.
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