A rainy summer day, in accordance with the task set forth by Chad Darnell to document 12 pictures on the 12th day of the month. Isn't that swell?
Essential components in the appropriate compartment (of my vehicle).
I don't know where she came from, although I may have known her former master, but she appeared on top of my computer one day and never left.
The greeter. And we'll take all the luck we can get.
Usually, I'm in the process of looking for what's right in front of me.
From the desk of El Scooby. Don't you touch my banana!
"She'll order something called.. a salad. And he'll get a big piece o' meat. And well, ladies and gentlemen, I don't know if it's love..."
At some point the elder monkey's hair turned blue. But really it was more like Joker Green. When asked about a shade of purple for his own, younger monkey replied "No! I don't like it!"
How it's done proper.
The rains came down and out came all the little suns from their hiding places.
Plastic and glass don't rust (the way nails do).
The vast expanse of one's window sill is enough for at least a trail or two.
Hands, feet, up, down, shoulders? Must work. Banishment to the bouncy bed.