Bust-Ass

Oh no, JB took a digger showing off for some ladies at the Thad Lee baptism and organ shuck / jive. It was bloody, briefly. Fat Lip / tile daze:

She was kind of walking, let go of mom's hand, blam. This is what it looks like when she's less distracted. She's getting pretty bold with the foot work.



The baptism went down in Times Square, which has become some kind of picnic area. Rife with pan flautists.

From this morning, this is when she favors me I think. Got a full diaper here, riding low, negotiating a changing. Our bellies match up pretty good.

These guys again:

A few from the weekend rounds.




We're making some observations around here. The Goldbloom driven L&O franchise is pure diaper genie. That one merits missing. Also, the silver steel cage we drive around has a no Floyd policy, still standing. Makes listening to the radio tough - that drivel always shortlisted. Finally, see anything with Rod Stieger or Warren Oates in it.