No, Not Really

Just wishful thinking.

Blistering Shade

 

Hot Hot Hot and humid.  With bugs.  Have I mentioned yet that I hate summer?  It's true.  There's nothing remotely redeeming about a humid Midwestern summer.  Like the Wicked Witch of the West, when exposed to too much water I melt into a little whining puddle of ill will.  "What a world, what a world . . . . . . . . . "

Dazzled

Wandering About In A Fog

No snarky remarks, now!  ;)

Chrysalis

All Show, No Go

Summer Contrasts

Rarin' To Go

Out In The Country

Unnoticed

Uh . . . What?

 

Unlimited Limited Liability Corporation??  I find oxymorons entertaining.  Yes, I'm a word geek.  ;)

Flee-ting Glimpse

Boys And Their Toys

Two Too Adorable

Running For Home!

Ruffled