On Friday we had a birthday dinner for Mrs. Smith. Razor was a bad boy, so he doesn't get a party until hell freezes over, or June, which ever comes first.

Some people will do anything to remain anonymous. 

Meet Jake, Fred and Mary's new dog. He is usually a blur 'cause he's still a pup.

Look familiar, Queenie?

Beer can chicken, baked spuds, stuffed peppers, and Frank's warm buns on the side.

Mrs. AKA Smith, Mr. AKA Smith, Mary, Fred, and Grasshopper.

Grasshopper birthday cake.

 

Did someone say CAKE?? Yeah! I know! They look like people we know! He kinda looks like some guy who used to freeze his sled in the slush, and she has an uncanny resemblance to the Pickerel Queen.

Saturday morning, "picture perfect".

Tomiko Tommy's nest.

You can use the bow of the boat and the buoy to get a perspective of size of the nest. Ya wanna go for a swim???

This bunny eyed the rhubarb, but decided to look for something sweeter.

Today's truism.

OK, another truism.

Today's funny, just for Ron.

The continuing sad state of the state.

Huffty Duffty sat on a wall,
Huffty Duffty had a great fall.
All Harper's Horsies and Cheque Writing Men
Couldn't put Huffty together again.