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|Archived Since:||April 22, 2008|
I step, you step, we step.
I'm glad that the exercise ball I bought for my bad back is being used as it was originally intended.
Just one of at least a dozen servings of vegetables he should be eating a day, right?
You'll notice she's in a dress that not two minutes after this photo was taken ended up on the floor of her room in favor of another one.
This will be the first time I will see Beck live and I imagine I will want to fold him up and take him home in my pocket.
In a previous life Marlo was a fish. Or a golden retriever. Or Jacques Cousteau.
In preparation for the portraits where she is seen repeating over and again, "MARLO. MARLO. MARLO!!"
Any major theme park is going to have a hard time impressing Marlo after the the party we threw when the lights went out.
The dogs fur coats are so confused: to shed or not to shed?
Deceptively beautiful Kryptonite hanging from a tree. I can no longer lift cars or stop moving trains or seduce Lois Lane.
A zoology lesson with the preschooler while the fourth-grader was at piano lessons.
The rare occasion when I would recommend you ruin your life with a Miniature Australian Shepherd.
Seasonal allergies are getting the full blame for this, and when they send me hate mail I will publish it.
Today on our corporate campus we moved the lunch service to the back patio. For morale!
The only kind of cat that I am not allergic to.
I apologize that this is the second time today that I am going to get a Disney song stuck in your head.
I apologize if the images alone get any part of that movie stuck in your head for two straight days. Worry not, you are not alone.
I'm going to memorize every song in that movie so that I can rotate through them all at drop off.
He is risen and so we celebrate with seasonal chocolate.
What this needs is a pair of lacy fingerless gloves. And a quick game of Pac-Man.