I will unleash it tomorrow during peak traffic hours.
This level of adorable deserves lots of attention.
Here’s a teaser:
Nothing says Easter like shootin shit.
Easter with The Waters Family.
Where tradition meets sedition.
Punkin spent the night last night, so the Easter Bunny stopped by our house and brought him a big boy walker!
Sissy and her husband will be out later for Easter dinner and family photos:)
Yay for all his firsts!
I ran up on these recently and felt like sharing.
I always felt really pretty in them.
Ok, show’s over.
Beau’s birthday, 2005.
I met him at the door with a bottle of Maker’s Mark and marinated steaks.
Burner’s not on. I was done cooking when he wanted the picture.
So much for continuity. Gah.
Clara Bow (1905-1965). Photograph by Granger (via).
Here ya go Jenny…
I love it! And holy shit, you called it on the look-a-like thing!
As it should be.
*coughs* ALI *coughs*
in hushed steps, you find a better vantage point, but
no seer believer- gut navigator, you
flutter in that weight that fate left you heavy, no
post to lean on, a nice spot on the fence, to swing your feet and watch.
I HAVE GOOD NEWS FOR YOU.
YOU GOT THIS SHIT.
CALL ME, EMEFFER.
*I’ll accept my thank you in a small rolled white paper package*
Lungs- Townes van Zandt
Curtis Mayfield - Here But I’m Gone
Porched up in a rocking-chair
With my feet all bare
Rolling my blunt in a cigar wrap
Live an adolescent mind
Never do take the time
Waiting for my high, quiet as it’s kept
How did I get so far gone
Where do I belong
And where in the world did I ever go wrong
If I took the time to replace
What my mind erased
I still feel as if I’m here but I’m gone
She is a lunatic. Could be…
(NO KITTY, THERE’S NO MAN IN THE HOUSE RIGHT NOW!)
(GET DOWN FROM THERE! STOP VIOLATING THE WASHING MACHINE!)