The memory on our video camera is full and Dave needs to move all our videos onto our computer to clear space for our upcoming trip. My husband can do just about anything involving computers, but he is having trouble accomplishing this. He greeted me this morning with that gutteral throat-sound you make when you're frustrated. How do you spell that? You know the one, it's usually accompanied by throwing your hands in the air... It's not really a Grrrrr. It's not a Blech. It's more like... Gchoah! ... Hmmm, did I get it? Anyone else have any ideas on how to spell that sound?
Anyway, here's a pic fix of our dear Ruby, aka Sweet Pea, Daddy's Spicy Pickle, and Baby Godzilla. In the following shots she's doing what she does best -- looking for, and spotting, Fresca's "deposits" in the back yard:
And then there's this picture. She is wearing a leotard, her play-ballet slippers, socks on her hands, and she's sweeping the patio.
Don't ask me, I just live here...