Sunday Evening

I like to snap pictures with my phone all of the time, but then I end up erasing them at the end of the week.  I thought it might be a good idea to throw them together on Sunday evenings and present them as a summary of my seven day adventure before the grind begins Monday morning.

 My wife, son, and I ventured to Rehoboth Beach this week.  It was his spring break.  This was a picture in a shop window.  I am not certain why a spaceman and a school girl would team up to defeat a squid with ray-guns, but I see a real problem here with a cross-fire situation.  Safety should always be first.

My son reading while his mother looks for a dress.  This is the official start of wedding season.

Is it wrong to want to eat the little chocolate chip waffle girl?  This is one of those tough questions in life that may not have a correct answer.

This is the label of the shirt I bought at a thrift store in Milford.  I paid $1.75.  Turns out it retails for $195.00.  Nice shirt.  Who knew?  My wife did.  She ordered me to go back in and buy it.

Pirates won their first two, but lost their third.  I take the blame because I forgot to wear my baseball cap after their second win.  That is the life of  a fan.  It is filled with superstitions like that.

Why would I take a photo of doughnuts?  Perhaps wishful thinking.

I took these while my son and I were waiting for my wife in the fitting room of  Anthropologie.

Here is the dress she ended up with.  She makes it look very beautiful.  Stock photo.

She and I hanging at Rehoboth Beach.


















Final shot of the week as the sunset closes down Sunday.