Major Disaster!

Seriously cool.
Katrina, on the other hand, is hot. And barfy. We went blueberry picking again. By the way, there's no pesticides or fertilizers sprayed on the plants after the fruit forms. I guess they "do something" to the bushes early in the season, and the girl said the geography of the blueberry patch is really good to keep the pests away. Plus, there's high tension electricity wires buzzing overhead, which certainly contributes to the massive size of some of the berries. Anyway, Katrina didn't even want to get out of the car. She was really hot after we got home, and then crawled onto the couch to sleep. She came to me later and said "I want to throw up. Please hold my hair back." Awwww! Later, she did throw up a little bit on our carpet, but only a couple drops escaped my hand. Seriously. I caught barf with my hand. Isn't that weird?
Barf in the hand qualifies you for the medal of Daddyhood. Well done, son. and cartwheeling to pick up stuff,- a real Moore move that. Jump gene in place I see. Good.
-- mummu (Email) - 31 July '07 - 08:27Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeww!
-- bread - 31 July '07 - 12:24Hey um.. I must say that I really like this place of your, blog isn’t it?
Anyway I like it.
PS cool dreads. (:
-- Dana (Email) - 25 August '07 - 10:35