I made roast chicken and fettuccine Alfredo for dinner, and poured myself the last glass from a bottle of Merlot to go with it. Then I proceeded to knock the glass over into my lap, all over the plate and the table, not to mention the floor. I”m such a klutz. Khaki pants with red wine stains. Light brown leather shoes with red wine stains. And I didn’t even get a sip – like I said, it was the last glass. Oh well. At least there was more chicken and pasta. And chocolate ice cream for dessert. I didn’t take a picture, so here’s the June pic of my grandson, instead (Sorry, Laura. I know he’s just a baby, but I think he’s perfect.)
My daughter has turned into a decent photographer. Here’s a couple more that she took that are NOT of my grandson.
(Arachnophobic Alert: Spiders ahead. Proceed with Caution)
I’m not sure why this one is so small, but if I try to make it larger it gets all pixellated and looks really crappy.
I told her today that she’s discovered a hidden talent for bug and reptile photography. Who knew?