"...and to all a good night!"

Part of the Tribe...

 Yes, I know.  I'm absolutely adorable....

 We ran out of gas.....

 Mr. DeMille, I'm ready for my close-up!

Look at me!  I gradiated!

Happy Birthday, Sarge!!!

 Have a splendid birthday!!! I went shopping for you and found these really neato cakes...see what you think!

 And here are some funnies for you...
(This is Nancy Pelosi before make-up!)

Happy Birthday, My Hero - SARGE!!!

Snooping Complete

That's Hubman with grand-dog, Norma Jean.  They're having a great discussion about playing fetch, I think!

Well, I finally found out a little more about the folks across the way.  I always take Homer with me when I go out and get the mail.  He thinks it's his job now.  So I had him in my arms at the mailbox and noticed Ray was outside so I took a chance.  I meandered over and asked him if he'd like to meet my new pup.  That opened Pandora's box.  He petted Homer and started telling me about all the cats that they have.  There are several feral cats he's been feeding because he said he couldn't stand to see them out in the cold.  The "Cat People" are coming with traps and neuter/spay them and try to find them homes.

I asked him how things are going - remember, he's quite hard of hearing and I speak softly - lots of yelling going on!  He said that Bertie is "near being dead," and that she's back home.  He said they can't be together more than five minutes that they're not arguing, although he said he's trying real hard not to.  He said that he has to help her up during the night several times "to urinate on the port-a-potty, but she dribbles."  TMI!!! 
But I let him go on.  They're looking for a convalescent home for her, and he's got help during the day.  He also told me that Bertie is 93 years old!  Remember me telling you that she was still driving to the store?!?  She doesn't look that old at all.  I would've guessed mid to late 70's. 

So that's that.  I didn't want to ask him any questions about the fire truck that comes and goes all the time.  When I told him goodbye, I told him that we were praying for them and he broke into tears.  I hugged him and he recovered and thanked me.  Gee.  Talk about breaking your heart!  So....now I know and kinda wish I didn't.

Me and Wally at the Beach....

Okay, this isn't nice but why the heck do people do this?!?  I saw so many "odd" wardrobe malfunctions while working at Knott's, you'd think I couldn't be shocked, but this one almost takes the cake!  (Must be somewhere in Europe, I'm guessing!)
(Ooops.  I should have clarified that that's me and Wally on the left....she snickers)