Introductions

I’ve been away from my little blog fun here for a bit.  I even neglected my Wednesday Weigh-In yesterday, though I did, actually, weigh myself (yes, I lost…2.2 lbs. this week!).

See, the thing is, I’ve been a little busy.

I’ve been looking at these.

They are the feet of a hundred-year-old man.

Either that or an elephant.

The wrinkles are a dead giveaway.

I’ve also seen this.

Photographic note: sometimes we take his hairpiece off, but we let him wear it for this photo.

 

I’m thinking of calling him Pei.

Like Shar. Pei.

I’ve also seen this.

As it turns out, even at the ripe, old age of 12 hours old, life has the capacity to be very stressful.

I completely understand.

I was a witness to this.

The kisser is the Bubbe. He’s usually a punk, but this little guy has turned him to mush. Mammoo should have had Pei earlier.

Five years earlier.

Of course The Diva had to have her turn.

She’s smitten.

I completely understand.

Then, I witnessed a miracle.

For once, my smarty-pants brother-in-law, Cueball, was speechless.

We should have had this baby years ago.

Most recently, though, I saw this.

“You eyeballin’ me, Lady?”

And I knew we were in big trouble.

Peace out,

AinW