Stella has discovered she loves to dine on everything outside. But her intestines beg to differ with her. Hence she's cleared every room she's been in because of her flatulence.
Even a bottle of Beano said, "Whoa! There's no helping that! She's on her own!"
The majority of my photos I snapped this weekend consisted of blurs.
I've come to realize I really need to drop a few lbs. if I plan on keeping up with these two.
(I type that sentence with one finger because my other hand is holding a chocolate chip cookie.)
Finally I have a wonderful Americana eagle to add to my selling site. But at the moment, I am unable to take a photo of him.
Yesterday, with one hand I grabbed the thin rusty wire (for his sign) along with my cheaters. In my
Let's just say I now have a slight resemblance to Popeye.
Hopefully tomorrow I'll get those photos taken.