Happy Birthday, Bro.

 I was trying to take a picture of my butt plant, but I coudn't get as close as I wanted and keep moving.  I just keep looking at and thinking "Feed Me."  Then when I went to edit it... I did the other effect. 

I have stayed up late twice this week to finish two good books.  I finished The Dogs who Found Me by Ken Foster.  I also read Evil Star by Anthony Horowitz.  I thought it was worth it, but I still want some sleep.

I was having fun with digital camera and working out some of the problems with Paintbrush. I got what I paid for. But doesn't Miss America look pretty.

I was working in the S*i% Field today. (Our dogs really only do in it in part of the yard.) I was using the matter to fill up the gopher holes. Molly was staying away until she thought I was almost done. Then she was ready to play. How did she know that I was almost done? Dogs are so funny that way.

I can't remember who is my favorite band/composer/arists... I want my e-mail back.

I should be in bed, but I am too wound up to sleep.

Need a break! I had over a week of unused vacation from last year. Urg!
It would be cheaper to see the Cobb, but really want to see the Swan's new house. Just don't want to leave Harry.

Please send hugs.

I am just giddy that I got my tax refund back today, because otherwise I was going to ask my dad for money :( I already borrowed from Mom.