Becky, Sweet Sixteen

Here's beautiful Becky with the cake she made and frosted herself. We had a quiet celebration with Gretchen and Sarah, Katie's friend who's visiting for the week. I've promised Becky a "real" party when things settle down and when Daddy's in town. Thanks Fat Suburbanite Dad (or Mrs. Fat Suburbanite Dad, as the case may be) for the tribute on your blog to our treasure of a daughter.

Bambi

In absolutely no particular order are these photos of our experience with a fawn yesterday morning. I think I'll tell the story in the order in which the pictures should have appeared, and leave it to you to guess which photo should go where. Once upon a time Danny and Mollie were having coffee under the oak tree when suddenly they heard the alarming cry of a baby goat in trouble down in the woods. Mollie checked on the baby goats, which were still safely in the pen, while Big Dan ran to the source of the noise and discovered a fawn being dragged home by Jeb, the puppy, to serve as a new and improved chew toy. Dan grabbed the fawn and brought it to the house. The cute baby deer got rested up, the dogs got tied up, and the girls took him back to where we found him. He went immediately to a flattened place in the grass to wait for his momma like a good boy. She came for him soon afterward and they all lived happily ever after. The End. The sequel will star Fat Suburbanite Dad as "The Deer Slayer" in a year and a half.

The Cat Days of Summer

I had taken a picture of Sirius Black also, sleeping soundly at the back door mat, but it was blurry. How can anyone blur a photo of Sirius? It's not like there's any action in those shots. The cats have been sleeping in the a/c throughout the heat wave over the last week or so. They slept during the derecho, or wind storm, that came through like gang busters on Friday night. They slept through the severe thunderstorm last night which gave us an inch of rain. I hope that looking at this picture of Debbie in repose causes your spirit to become peaceful and relaxed.