Last day of vacation pics, I promise!
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Early morning, just-cleaned beach.
Early morning sun over the water.
Early morning fisherman.
If you go up the path, the condo where we stayed was in the back building on the right. Not directly on the water, but I could lay on the love seat in the living room and see the ocean, so not terribly far from the water, either.
The morning we left, the sun was coming up as we headed out. My father stopped long enough so that I could snap a couple of pictures. Too bad I didn’t roll my ass out of bed before 7 on the other mornings – I might have ended up with a fantastic series of sunrise pictures!
This is a basket similar to the basket Laurie’s cuties over at Itty Bitty Kitty Committee sleep in. However, in the four years since I bought this basket (at the Smoky Mountain Cat House in Pigeon Forge, Tennessee), numerous fosters have flipped it over and slept in it that way. I used to insist on flipping it right-side up, but they always ALWAYS flipped it upside down, so I gave up. Laurie probably beats her kittens to make them behave. (Oh, stop. You KNOW I’m kidding!)
“What?”
“It’s COMFY this way!”
::CHOMP::
I love the way Hutch’s paws are neatly stacked one atop the other, and Starsky is staring off into space. I haven’t quite decided yet if their little heads are stuffed with cotton or something more substantial, like marshmallow fluff.
Sweet Joe Bob. Don’t you love his dramatic eye makeup?
Previously
2009: No entry.
2008: Let Me Out? No, Wait. Let Me In. IN, I MEANT.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: This is the month that makes the hell of summer in Alabama more than worth it.
2004: I need to win the lottery so I can hire someone to come to my house every day and style my hair while I read.
2003: Which is when Stanley thought “Hey! I shouldn’t just skulk back! I should run and leap! Into the air! Like a big mexican jumping Stanley-bean!”
2002: As if he was going to say to himself “By god, she’s RIGHT! I do not, in fact, reside here. What on earth was I thinking?” and run off.
2001: No entry.
2000: No entry.
1999: “Well, she took that well,” I commented.