This could have been a really neat picture if the people in it would quit being blurry.
I only had one picture of Scottie at Grandma Lou's birthday party, so I'm making up for it now.
Babette, with the tears hardly dried from her eyes, was ready for a drink.
This must be some kind of new tradition that I'm
not aware of.
Brent, do you know the guy in the
blue shirt?
Well, we all made it to the reception (after a refreshing stop at the Doubletree.)
I can't imagine what is going on behind that napkin.
