Sunday Potpourri

Cone. Cone. Cone.

HOW YOU TAUNT ME, FOUL WOMAN!

Mine. Mine. Mine.

Wait - you have another one? CAN I HAVE THAT ONE?

You will not take THIS one away from me. I have found a perfect place for it...

Hehehe. Hidden. Peed on. Having a big, juicy pine cone to play with one day... good. Having a big, juicy pine cone to play with - and exactly where you left it - a second day?

Priceless.

We spent some time today on top of Mt. Tabor, and today we went up the section that we had to climb, rather than walk in circles. Tough for mama, easy for me with my 4-wheel drive.

The CEO is in his seat, not terribly happily as I was displeased at the amount of time spent on the mountain. And - ahem - mama you were on the phone the entire time, so we actually spent a lot of that time sitting...

Lets walk some more, COME ON MAMA - outa the way, let me drive...

Ok then, PROMISE me that we'll be walking more today...

I was pretty sure that this sign meant "Man Holding Stinky Poopy Bag". Do you agree?

Yep, definitely "Man Holding Stinky Poopy Bag".

Love,

Bogart