How my spleen broke open, Lundi Gras, February:
Sleepy Pooch, June:
Beach Reading, June:
Florida Boulevard’s Slow Decline, July:
Contessa lunging Cruz, August:
At the old Mississippi homestead, early October:
Dancing at Halloween:
Contessa’s Kitty-Litter Cake, Halloween:
Cypress, North of St. Francisville, November:
Thanksgiving Dogs:
Surveying some backwoods Katrina damage with Pa Fury, December:
wow, this is really cool. i like the year review in pictures however, i am disgusted by the cat litter cake and enthralled by the cypress tree.
still very freaking cool.
Oh, man, I hadn’t seen that picture of the Accord. She really was aiming for you, wasn’t she? It’s not easy to hit a car that square in the middle. Not when they’re both moving, at least.
And about that first Halloween picture . . . the guy in the red? Explain.
The fellow in the red is dressed as Marvin the Martian. It was a pretty well executed costume, actually. I still don’t know who he was, which I guess means it was a good party. I have some pics of a more crowded dancefloor, but most w/ too many faces turned towards the camera.
And yeah, Greenie did a nice job protecting me during the wreck. By far my favorite car we’ve owned, and we were sorry to see it go.
i’ve been thinking of reading that book, “Reading Lolita in Tehran. what did you think of it?
Actually, it was Contessa who read it, and she liked it a whole lot.
JEEZ!! I knew the wreck was bad, but that looks . . . terrible.
That cake makes me want to cry and slap at you.
Yeah. You can see my elbow on the left margin of the picture—I’m standing there telling the EMTs, “No, I’m fine, no need to go to the hospital for me, I’m an iron man!” And then I passed out 40 minutes later. You know, from all the internal bleeding.
just because it’s all inside, doesn’t mean its ok to bleed there.
These are fantastic, except for the crashed car, which makes me feel like I’m looking at snopes.com. I got hit in the front-left corner panel back in August, but, had I moved into that intersection a split-second earlier, my car would have looked like yours. And possibly my spleen as well.