This is Minty’s sausage.
Z has discovered, through a few tears, that magical moment of locked and loaded Duplo.
M gave me this stiff breadmouse. The kids ask me weekly why we cannot eat it.
A little breakfast fresh from the chicken’s bum.
Tosca enjoys the benefits of being a dog living the life on a grassfed beef farm.
M sets up his next blog post while also fitting in his daily squat routine.
Celine Dion captures the French pop chart.
The wind blows at a shutteringly closing speed.
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Actually the technical term for that is a “diddley-squat”- that’s what I do here.
“M gave me this stiff breadmouse. The kids ask me weekly why we cannot eat it.”
…or dust it. That’s a priceless lacquered mouse from Hamelin, home of the Pied Piper.