Piper apparently doesn’t share my dislike of elongated, legless, carnivorous reptiles. Hell, she’s probably a Parselmouth. On the plus side, I hear Hogwarts offers generous tuition discounts to Mudbloods. 529 plan? Vegas, baby!
Stupid P90X, I can’t even make my arms work anymore. That, and I appear to be growing taller again…hopefully just Clare’s poor choice of forced perspective and not some horrible genetic disorder, or lack thereof.
I’m on a boat. I’m on a boat. Take a good hard look at the motherf*cking boat. And my pasty white arms.
The intrepid soccer player faces the end of the season. Alone, vulnerable, brave. Just waiting for the thrill of cake and a generic trophy.
Deux Petites Filles, Reposant Sur Une Porte, Sans Savoir Que Leur Père Était Presque Attaquée Par Une Créature des Bois de Petits by Alex Millians, O.B.E.
Écureuil Assis Sur Le Poteau Électrique Dans un Champ de Paillis, Prêts à Attaquer Le Photographer by Alex Millians, A.S.C.
Working on my driver’s license pose while the kids stare elsewhere. Dear Buddha, is my cranium really that freakishly large?!?
I can’t believe she talked me into starting an airline, much less I let her pick out the uniform. Pretty sure we’re going to need to get IFR certified with that hat.
Olivia’s first lost tooth. I’m certainly not looking forward to meeting Dwayne Johnson, I can tell you that.
In an effort to save the environment, Mary has taken to smearing KY all over the lens, instead of Vaseline. Win win!
Most people don’t know that in 1971, Mary was recruited by the CIA to infiltrate the KGB. I think the ushanka was a dead giveaway, though.
