For real, one of my (boxed) birthday cakes was built around that Barbie. No bouncey houses (but that woudl have rocked!).
Check your privilege, Otter. Only rich kids got and/or failed to get bouncy houses on their birthdays. The rest of us had to be content with a boxed cake and that cheap-ass Malibu Barbie.
Do you know what? I just realized something....I just realized that the worst thing about having a birthday in the winter is......No Bouncy Houses!
YELLOW. Lil’ purple randomflowers! Curves akimbo and heroic centaurs in the sky! *squee*meleon! Spring has sprung with a Starfishy wonderland.
After your (short) walk, you might wish to use some of that bright-shiny stuff emitting from that seemingly white-hole just above that car(?) to locate your keys so that you might could unlock something and find that honey before those spikes poke out from them drapey bits and become ensnarled by that devilish…
The Photo Gallery
Spring is here! And so is your weekly Photo Gallery! Come on in, take a look at what people have been up to over the past week and share some of your own photos.
What a beautiful place. Glad you got out amongst the trees and such. Lad knows the good places to dunk ones face.
What a lovely place. I guess that flutterby knew it was too fabulous not to get a little publicity, though mothy has a low-key style all its own.
Uh-uh, no. Not the belleh. Not if I want to keep that arm. :) But she does like a good brushin’ on her other bits.
Gus is like Laleh. I’ll have to try and setup a shot of Gus getting his tummy brushed. Kinda hard to do when your holding him with one arm and brushing with the other.
1500 vertical feet in less than a mile on questionable aged rock. Sure, as an old, I can do that. Not. (Well, actually I did otherwise I wouldn’t be here to talk about it. But I ain’t boasting.) Ceremony was held, they fed us uncles because no one took food down. So there was this very kind and giving goat that we…