I write lots of blogs in my mind, in the middle of the night.
I wake and my mind starts whirling.
I think they are hilarious.
I amuse myself and then I drift back to sleep.
In the morning light I debate sitting down at my laptop
and hammering it out.
And then I get a cup of Joe and hit my veg spot 'til I can face the day.
I just can't care.
I have more fun things to do.
Blame this bunch.
Although, may I suggest before trying to take a picture
with 6 peas who are 7 years old and under...
Have a drink.
Made me wish I was a drinker.
Also, consider that with 30 mph wind gales
you may appear to house owls in your hair.
We took hundreds of shots.
Okay, maybe tens of pix.
Most were hilarious.
Stuart kept talking.
I couldn't decide glasses/no glasses.
On the other side of this frame
were 8 adults yelling "cheese" and flapping their arms.
We are nothing if not a team.
I mean seriously, who picked out his old man pants...
and why do I not live in elbow-length gloves...
But, there were some redeeming ones.
Notice he and I are not in any of those.
So, I don't blog much.
I mean really...
can you blame me?
They are just so ding-dang much fun.
*note to self...you need some new binoculars.