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Friday, December 9, 2005

I am going to try and confine these all-photo "entries" to the weekends, and today is almost the weekend, right?


Look at that chin. Gah. So cute. Who's a wiggly bear? Who's a wiggly - sorry.


Perhaps you were wondering what JB might like for the holidays?


This is, according to JB, a "front loader", which - is it me, or does that sound like it could also be a porn term, like "piledriver"? Yeah, probably just me. I swear, I don't know what my problem is.


I put this in just to be controversial. Not pictured: clubbed Harbor seal pups, exploited Nike factory workers, veal pen.


Something sad about the remnants of a snowman days after the snow has all melted. That's why we ran over ours in JB's truck. To give him a painless, quick death. Also, how many opportunities do you get to run over something human-shaped in a Ford F-150 without getting all kinds of arrested? I ask you.


Pond near our house.


With ducks.


Reading the paper does that to me too, kid.


The Boy, he drools. But also: rules.


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