Sheesh. We turn our back for a minute – remember we live and die with the SF Giants – only to find she skidded off again to “deep thoughts.” Talk about ruining a good time. She’s even talking politics again. While she glumly sorts through another spot of Vertigo (no, not the cool Hitchcock movie she always been too scared to watch), let’s clean this up.
Where’s our blog, you (and us) may well ask. Hmmphhh. Still negotiating. She tried to buy Buddy off with the red hat. Like one hat could ever be enough. Besides wait and see what we do to it during tomorrow’s St. Louis Cardinal‘s game.
We keep telling her sex, drugs, and rock-n-roll sells. Hell, we will settle for cute kitten or puppy pictures. Anything to lure a second (and less stingy) mommy in here. (Ooops, did we say mommy? Don’t get too excited, you will have to earn it to move beyond Guardian status.)
So we sorted through some of her remaining shots and grabbed the following.
She even tried some weird angles (yes artsy technique needs lots of work but lets encourage her — though she probably could find a way to even make this political; shudder):