Um, the bogs... what else? Holy crap, what happened to your face?

Since getting to the big MA I have been running about doing things and for the most part it has been quite enjoyable. So far there has been a wedding, two birthdays and a whole bunch of quality family time that has left me feeling like I have seen a lot of my family. Ha.

The Pearl now consists of an up and running pet company which means new friends for the J&T. Bruce and Rayna are here Mon thru Fri for daycare and everyone gets along splendidly which is a huge relief since there was a tiny seed of doubt to begin with. We took the super paranoid many small steps mean one large victory route and it was a raging success. Here are the pictures to prove my intensely satisfying matchmaking skills...

Front left. SO HAPPY!








I have located some other bogs, that are right down the street and practically in a friends backyard which means reliable tow free parking, and they are blowing my mind. What's this? Bigger and better bogs? Is it possible? Can it be? There are trails in the woods all around these bogs that lead to places that could easily be used for camping. Try and stop me. Time to get more camping gear. Ponds sprinkled throughout that are incredibly clear and I am almost positive I will be swimming in them at some point. The dogs already have and they said it was loads of fun. Dogs never lie so I am running with it.

And here I am in my comic strip world with my comic strip dogs.





Here's one for you. Is it just me or what the F is with the pictures of the infants with cleft fucking palette? Every mailing I get has a minimum of one kid with that shit and as much as it makes me sad and I truly wish it never happened, I seriously don't have the overwhelming need to see it as much as I do. They're everywhere. And not for nothing, but if they're as abundant as the papers, mailings, envelopes and advertisements are making them out to be, why have I never in all the babies I have come across seen a real live baby with this issue? Is it me? What the hell is going on?

Also, I dig on square dishes and glassware. Big time. When I see square dishes I automatically say "I love you square dishes and I love you for what you are, not who you are" on the inside and then my heart tingles with being able to appreciate something that makes absolutely no sense and is more of a trend than anything solid and meaningful.