|My two youngest human fillies riding Woodland Park Zoo's 1918 PTC|
carousel. Long-time readers will know that FarmWife has a wee carousel
fetish, and you can assume that she was all a-twitter about this one.
We haven't had a truly beautiful day in Wickersham with which to capture my splendor since the device arrived, save for one which the family squandered by going to the zoo, but at least now I can reassure you as to the state of things that have transpired since the old Canon went kaput.
|This is me, looking a bit more dejected than I actually feel, demonstrating|
that my weight loss has been reversed now that I am
eating a calorie rich diet of my own.
|Missy says she will open a kissing booth to help pay for|
my senior feed. "Mwah!" If you've never smelled goat
breath, give it a chance: it smells like a nice hoppy IPA,
since their rumens are like little breweries.