|Brussels Cathedral, Belgium|
Happy New Year!
|The quality of this photo isn't great, but you get the idea.|
|I particularly like how the animals look thrilled here. Also, despite what the cat says, |
I was not trying to strangle her for scratching me just before this was taken. She's a liar.
|It's not enough that I have to poop on command - now you have to do this? REALLY? Not amused.|
|One thing I can say for her, she really puts her whole body into it.|
|Jessie: "Phoenix, it's your turn. Put the hat on. Do it NOW."|
Phoenix: "Mommy, the cat's bossing me around again!"
Laura: "I just don't know where it all went wrong. First they're telling me what a good dog I am, then they make me wear this. I just don't get it."
|And perhaps the incredibly stupid face I'm making. But mostly the eyes closed thing. |
At least the cat seems to be getting used the neck lock.
|Perhaps just a little too much sexy for a holiday card.|
|"...AND I want a new dolly and a bike and a new pony....where are you going, Santa?"|
|Laura: "Mommy, I have to pee."|
Jessie: "Okay, little brown dog - I'm going to scratch her and when she drops you, go run for help. On three..."
Phoenix: "Okay. Wait...drops me? SHE'S GONNA DROP ME??"
|What's not to love about this shot? The Bear's goofy grin, my obscured face, |
Jessie's urgent need to escape, Laura's desperate need to lick Phoenix, Phoenix's disgust....
In fact, this is a spot on depiction of our family.
|Finally, the cat's agent called and said the union demanded that we release her, thus ending our photo shoot.|
|She's the little red-haired piglet on the right.|
|Here she is with her two sisters when she was three weeks old.|
|Three weeks old - I can hardly stand the cuteness of this photo. DYING.|
|Eight weeks old - the day we brought her home. She got busy exploring the garden right away.|
|me stirring the baked bean caramel in 2009|
|dip the marshmallow pee-pee into the melted beans|
|first candy, next automotives|
|these really are very, very delicious|
|it takes four people to make a truck load of this stuff.|
well, three. i'm pretty sure my dad is eating it
|now when i make this, i like to add dried cranberries|
|yes, they look a little like poo. SO WHAT.|
|this is my beautiful friend, Liz|
|doesn't look good, but IS|
|Why, thank you Belgian mobile telephone service. And in English, too, not one |
|Incidentally, we broke the flimsy plastic fork on the first bite and ended up eating with our hands |
like the hungry and filthy animals we are. I AM NOT ASHAMED.
|Sorry for the quality of the photo. Apparently freezing to death and drinking |
warm wine from a polystyrene cup = dodgy photo.
|That's okay, Belgium, I figured it out. Especially as people were giving free samples. Well played.|
|I see some English and maybe some Dutch. Or German. And is that French?|
Is that a chicken curry waffle? How do you say "eeew" in Flemish?
|Should I read anything into the fact that the only word in English is "bar"?|
|Is there seriously no word in Dutch, French or German for "casino"? |
Or is that just another word that definitely needs to be signposted in English?