Guess what? That’s right, more vacation pics from Myrtle Beach! Today’s theme is birds, boardwalks and other random stuff. Click on any pic to see the much bigger version.
One single cloud on a bright and sunny day.
Sandy foot (do not mistake that perfectly pedicured foot for mine. There’s a reason you never see my feet!)
On the Myrtle Beach boardwalk.
Myrtle Beach boardwalk, to the right.
Myrtle Beach boardwalk, to the left.
In case you were wondering where he is.
From the Second Avenue Pier, looking up the beach.
That face is one that’ll give you nightmares.
Drying off.
Hibiscus.
Sea Captain’s House Restaurant – we ate a mighty tasty breakfast here.
Birds flying low over the water.
Seagull over the water.
Birds over the water.
Is there a name for these? They seem to be rocks or shells eaten away by something small (or perhaps worn away?) My father said he thought there might be a specific name for them.
Starsky, scheming.
Starsky, considering his gut.
“Paws up, y’all!”
“I SAID ‘Paws up, y’all!'”
While I was in Myrtle Beach, Fred decided it was time to let Starsky and Hutch have a little more room to roam. The first day, he let them explore the hallway and the bathroom. That went well, so the next day he pulled the half door across the end of the hall and let them have the run of the upstairs. That also went well, so now every morning I open the door and let them have the run of the upstairs, then we put them back in their room at bedtime. (They are never appreciative of being put back in their room, and howl at the door for a few minutes to tell us how mean we are.)
They would LOVE to have the run of the house, but they’re still little guys so it’ll be a few more weeks before that happens. For now, they get visitors in the form of Miz Poo, Jake, Elwood, and Reacher. Elwood’s mostly interested in their food, but Jake loves the babies.
“And you are…?”
Previously
2009: That is some godawful NASTY FUCKING HORRENDOUS FUCKING SHIT.
2008: No entry.
2007: I do an excellent Bob Dylan imitation. Just ask Nance!
2006: I know. I’m going to hell. At least I know I’ll have good company!
2005: I WILL BE THE VICTOR, DAMNIT!
2004: More Myrtle Beach.
2003: No entry.
2002: No entry.
2001: I’ve turned into a crazy cat lady for real, haven’t I?
2000: The spud turns 12 next week, can you believe it?
1999: I’ve been out of sorts all day.