Quite possibly the most humiliating video of me in existence, and that is saying something, and quite possibly the ultimate payback from Shelley for all the times I've pranked her.
Seeing the multitude of chins, I now realize that my recent high cholesterol results were perhaps not quite the surprise I thought them to be.
Some father made this igloo on campus. No doubt he was passing time whilst in the 'dog house'.
The view from our back window.
How to make a meal of ham and peas more interesting.
As tempting as it is, I won't spoil these pictures with silly captions.
Sienna has never been physically close to a TV before (we have ours on a high dresser) and so she spent many happy hours slapping all the characters on the screen with food encrusted fingers.
The first thing Chris did was to get Jess to check for mice in the attic. He had been hearing scratching the previous night, but didn't fancy going up himself having watched American Werewolf in London the week before. Fortunately it wasn't mice. It was just a family of rats who had made their home in one of Chris' moustache wigs.
Ah, a musical toy. I was rather hoping for a hunting knife...
Pops looks with utter delight at the pattern he has just sneezed into his hanky.
