Photo Updates!!!!!!
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.
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| Dodgie Podgie. I see your lil cute butt. |
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| And now I see your lil cute face. |
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| And now I see you nuzzling up to my hunky hubby. |
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| MmMmMmMmMmM Coffee Press. Walker's Shortbread. Praise the Lord. |
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| 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) |
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| 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. (I-probably-didn't-need-that-many-hypens. I-like-them-shhhhh.) |
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| 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 |
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| And look!!! Just in time!!! Kept us warm during thot thar Snowpocalypse!!! |
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| Life in the South ceased to function for about 4 good days. All my Northern friends guffawed. |
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| 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. |
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| Grayson drove to work in 6 inches of snow so they could cancel half an hour later. No comment. But my snow buddy is home - yay! |
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| Dodgie wants to know what all that white junk is. He prefers the hot air vent. I hear ya lil buddy. |
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| 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. |
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| 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. |
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| Mmmmm roaring fire to melt off all the snow from our Snowpocalypse expedition |
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| Dodgie's scoping out the scawwy woodpile/fireplace to make sure its 'safe' Good boy, honey |
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| 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. |
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| My handsome boys!!! |
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| 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 :)
Blessings! -Katie
