If you discovered that you were terminal (say you have a year), what would you do?

SERIOUSLY . . .

. . . what is wrong with this picture?  HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Ok, things they forgot to print on the box:

“Never empty your trash again! Free coupon enclosed for automatic security/trash disposal system.  Some training required.  Vet bills and carpet cleaning fees not included.”

“Now in new bacon-flavored bags!”

 “Dang!  It sux living with vegetarians.”

 “Hey, what are you doing in there?  I didn’t think you were allowed out of the aquarium.”

I am SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO sending this to Leno!

6 am power walks . . . ugh what an ugly phrase. Who’d have thought there was anything good in that idea, besides health benefits? But we discovered a delightful reason to slip into those tennies at the crack of dawn.

Look closely . . . over there on the left, between the grass and the vines . . .

They ignore you until you try to photograph them. There are really four of them but the others are camera shy.

I do well to keep the silk plants dusted. Ric does this sort of plant, and more.