This is Shelby and her crawfish she so meticulously disassembled and devoured, from the Crawfish Boil this year. I stood in the corner and screamed.
I used to have a chinchilla years ago. His name was Luxo, and I loved him very much. It was amazing how much my heart hurt when he passed away, but I lost a lot of people and things close to me that year. Time hasn't always been kind to me. Anyway, I found this pic on ICHC, and it reminded me of him.
This one is for Heather: HJ, I don't care what Karen says, this hair is anything but homeless.
This is my girl Jezzy popping a squat on her papa.
This is one of my very favorite pictures, that I took months ago. Jezzy just came up and rested her head on Booboo. You can just read the worries of the world in her face.
Ok. I'm going to put my groceries up. Heather was kind enough to come get me and drag me to the store with her, God love her. I'll try to post more later, but I'm not, er, feeling well, thank goodness. This just means I won't be on my cycle for my surgery, like I need any more embarrassment aside from having surgery at the hospital where I work. I already know I'm probably going to look like Michaelangelo's Sistine Chapel when I wake up, but I've come to terms with that. &=) That's what happens when you mix work and friends...and propofol, versed, sterile markers & surgery.
Love and hugs to all! &=)