More Goofy Pictures

Here's some older pictures, from after Cager's birthday party, at John and Angela's.

There was a much less flattering picture of John, but I didn't think He'd really appreciate having that posted. A big improvement from the hand over the face days of yore.
This is what we call the Chicken Pose. It is a naturally occurring phenomenon in some women who feel they need to show how poochy-outy their boobs and butt are.

Ryan's showing off his egg project.

Tim and Sharku were "wrestling" (huh-huh) on the floor. I just like how Sharkey looks like He's yelling.
This is a neat picture, but it would be better if there was a person in it. I couldn't waste the opportunity of such good lighting though, so I figured I'd go ahead and take the picture.
Angela looks a lot better in this than I do. I always manage to close my eyes just in time for the picture. ( The glasses say it all.)
Tim took this picture. Can you tell how bored he was? I'm not really sure what he was doing, but at least he was keeping busy.
Michael and Ryan posed for me. You can tell which one was willingly standing there and which one wanted to leave.

And now, it's time for the deep thoughts of Tim.

When people come out of the bathroom and light a match to cover up their stink, what do they think they're doing? People aren't going to look at them and say "They weren't shitting, they were just lighting matches." Next time I come out of a public restroom or somebody elses bathroom, I'm going to cook a lot of eggs or make a pot or two of coffee. Then I can say "It's okay, I was just cooking eggs, not shitting. You want some?" Or, because it's just so offensive to have shit that stinks, I could have my smell excused by rubbing someone elses shit all over the stall. Then I could say that it's not my shit they're smelling, it's someone else's.

Filler Post

Here's a nice filler post until we do something interesting and actually bring the camera when we do.


We found this really goofy picture one day when we were looking for randum stuff online, and we thought it was post-worthy.

Sharkey's just so cute, I can't help but take too many pictures of him. He's bigger than this already, weighing in at a spectacular twenty pounds today.
Sharkey's got broke legs! He's also learned the wonderful trick of singing with us. Well, howling is what he responds to best. We're his pack.
Tim wanted to show off his new hammer. It's a pretty hammer. oooh. aaaah.
Sharkey's a cyborg. The glowing eyes are the real evidence, but the pink and black sweater just emphasize it more.
Isn't this a charming picture? I've resigned myself to his affair with my dog, since there's not much I could do to stop them from making out. Instead, I'll take pictures for future blackmail.

Tim and I visited Charles and Naomi this past weekend and had a really good time and some yummy Indian food, but unfortunately, we didn't bring the camera, so we have nothing to show for it. Sorry, next time we'll try to remember the camera.