R.I.P

Photos I took at a cemetery over the weekend...

Eponine's Day At The Spa

After a recent hike on a very primitive trail, Eppy had a serious case of tick infestation. We decided to take her to the "dog spa" for a special treatment to help rid her of these unwanted guests...

Derek lures her into the tub with a treat

Note the cutesy apron hanger on the wall over Derek's shoulder...

You can tell by Eppy's expression that she was not impressed:

Time for a blow dry

The end result was one very soft, very fluffy [tick free!] Bernese Mountain Dog

Nothing Says "Thanks, Mom, for 18 Years of Raising"

....like a headlock:

Memorial Day Misc

Dinner with the folks...

We came upon this fella before a hike:

Eponine doing her impression of Derek:


Derek becomes an uncle again!

Dear Saddam Hussein

No, not the deceased Iraqi dictator, the other Saddam Hussein - the one who graduated with my son last week...

Since my kid is a "W", I thought I had plenty of time to use the bathroom among all the "H's" being called. I excused myself from my seat in the stands and began descending the concrete stairs in my ultra cute, strappy sandals - the same shoes I had difficulty staying in all day at work - just moments before your name was called.

While I am terribly sorry about the few complete idiots who booed and snickered when you walked across the stage to collect your high school diploma, I am rather grateful for the unfortunate nature of your name as it was the ONLY thing that shifted the attention away from me when I, once again, slipped out of my shoe and not only stumbled down a concrete stair or two, but the entire flight.

Per my sister, "you didn't just fall, you KEPT falling."

Thanks for taking the shock and shit, Saddam, so I could scurry to my feet, wipe my red face, and run my black and blue ass to the bathroom.

And to my son (who loves a good fall), I'm sorry you missed it. It was a doozy.

I love you, Dylan. Happy Graduation.