Still, nothing beats naked. Especially when your threads are cycling on heavy soil.
Friday night, we hooked up the Bryces and Herr Bozlich for the two liter minimum at Radegast German-style Beerhall and Sausage Eatery. Someone called the Mizzlesburg family drum collective, much clanging and marching to report.You can't really see it, but there's a brace of flautists in frame.
Gigi got animal.
Lucy and Jane, in between liters.
Folks rolled in last night, dad and I went straight to Yankee Stadium for the last home game ever. Jeter struck out looking with the bases loaded, figures. But they rolled out the heavies in any case, caught Bloomy and Rudi in an embrace exchange. Crushed a death dog, good times.Sorry Colleen:
And a few from tea time this morning.
Well, the clamor for Yeti evidence has been overwhelming. This from Brent in Finance.
No comments:
Post a Comment