Picture Pages

Sort of.

I keep taking so many pics, and I'm sure it's more fun to look at them than to read my silly babbling.

Here we are at Bonefish Grille, with Turtle looking mildly horrified at... something. Usually, he's a ham for the camera, but maybe he was tired.



DH with some birthday gifts: a bottle of Grand Marnier and Steelers beads. I guess he can wear them now that the Dolphins are out of the playoffs. (To the Giver of This Gift: Don't think I'll forget. It's ON like Donkey Kong).



As punishment, I put DH right to work on laying epoxy on the garage floor. He had bought all these storage units and wanted to organize everything, so I suggested that while he was going to all the trouble, we could finish the floor. Somehow, my suggestion became "my bright idea" and he grumbled and moaned for two days while putting it down.



Halfway there...



It looks fantastic.



Today, we pulled out Turtle's new kitchen from Santa. I also put on his conductor's hat. Why? Because it's hella cute, that's why. Here he is saying "Come on, Bobby Flay. I'm ready for your showdown."



Fridge door... closed.



Fride door... OPEN!!!!



OMG IT"S MY BRONTO!!!!



Fin.