I must say you get more and more efficient at packing all the time.
Grandpa saved some just-ripe tomatoes for you too pick this morning. One of my first memories is picking tomatoes with my dad. The smell of tomato vines growing has always brought that back.
Does Piglet want to go for a ride?
This photo was taken of you squeeze-cuddle-kissing your kitty... plus 2 second camera delay. She's also quick enough to avoid your body-slam technique.
'Tis the season of Gatorade and burritos...
I love you,