Really wanted to throw up the rest of the Christmas photos... But I decided "It's March."
But then again... I'm from the South.
Which means... I can throw them up in July when I get a hankerin' for Christmas.
So I will instead begin with this semester's beginning.
Christmas photos, see you in July. I'll crank the Manheim.
|Dodgie Podgie. I see your lil cute butt.|
|And now I see your lil cute face.|
|And now I see you nuzzling up to my hunky hubby.|
Coffee Press. Walker's Shortbread. Praise the Lord.
|Look at silly stinky!! Such a good traveler :D|
Just sits in my lap, in the warm sunshine, and sleeps....
(I'm sure I won't be saying the same thing when I have 'non-furry' toddlers that I'm attempting to travel with)
|I'm pretty sure the windows in this house are MY age.|
And when you stick your hand under them, it feels like El Nino blowing in.
Hence = the funky-do-it-yourself-window-insulation- kit.
|Funky-do-it-yourself-window-insulation-kit = meet my husband.|
They... grew on each other.
After Grayson tamed him with my hairdryer.
This goes under my "Newlywed Memories: We'll Laugh About This Later" File
|And look!!! Just in time!!!|
Kept us warm during thot thar Snowpocalypse!!!
|Life in the South ceased to function for about 4 good days.|
All my Northern friends guffawed.
|My purdy Violets said "Forget this junk!"|
And took a nap.
And woke up 2 weeks later looking gorgeous.
I like beauty naps too, purdy Violets.
|Grayson drove to work in 6 inches of snow so they could cancel half an hour later.|
But my snow buddy is home - yay!
|Dodgie wants to know what all that white junk is.|
He prefers the hot air vent.
I hear ya lil buddy.
|Snowpocalypse Survival Food: Loaded Baked Potatoes!!!|
I like sauteed veggies on mine.
Grayson's potatoes swam in some Ranch, drowned, and died. Grayson, baby we kill our MEAT.
|One day, Grayson will skip the potato altogether and go for straight ranch.|
His unphased wifey won't bat an eyelash on that fateful day.
|Mmmmm roaring fire to melt off all the snow from our Snowpocalypse expedition|
|Dodgie's scoping out the scawwy woodpile/fireplace to make sure its 'safe'|
Good boy, honey
|And now he wants a treat for his efforts.|
There is a speical "Dodger Puppy" area in my cerebral cortex that can't tell that face no.
Seriously, there is.
|My handsome boys!!!|
|I CAN'T BUH-LIEVE IT SNOWED THAT MUCH!!!|
***mute the music below!!!***
And watch Dodgie-Podge playing in the snow if you need a good smile :)