The bus is on time, which means I am running behind schedule. (Run, monkey, run!)
Suddenly, the route to work unexpectedly passed through the portal of oaks that emerges out of nowhere and then seemingly disappears again.
The postage for a letter rises one cent today to finally reach the number that is the secret to life the universe and everything. It has no excuse to go up any longer.
Oh, right, grub. I'm quite sure I've taken this photo already, but you can never have too many of one stuffing their faces.
Trying to get into a new habit. Everyday for lunch I draw instead of eat. It's nourishment of a different kind.
Box No. 10 was glad to take the required funds.
And then suddenly a dolphin flew overhead out of nowhere. They tend to do that in Florida.
Content blue stockings dwell here.
Tired and hungry, the four friends sleep deeply to recharge for the next days' quest.
There's a UFO in my kitchen. See.
Mom's sprouts are growing beyond all expectations. I thought perhaps it was the ice maker in the fridge making strange noises in the middle of the night. Now I realize the alfalfa is plotting.
To my horror, the giant mushroom spewed spores that ravaged the minds of my faithful followers. And then they killed me. There's not much to be done against a raging herd of zombie pikmin.
Be sure to go to Chad Darnell's blog to see all the other people around the world taking 12 pictures on the 12th of every month. And play if you can. There's always time to play.