The week in pictures.
Something wicked this way comes. It seemed everyone was sick all week.
Well, except me.
(I have the strength of ten men).
And so it begins.
The road to Christmas is deviously paved with sweets. Use caution.
My nephew donning his Rudolph Reindeer pledge cap.
A little snow hit us during the stretch. The Buddha took it like a champ.
Be one with the cold.
This coffee will make your colon feel like a King.
I pulled a neck muscle on a double-take when I saw this-
a bona fide banana hanger. Say it ain't so, Joe.
I am trying to hammer a year out on this picture and I am guessing 1988 to 1990.
That is a lot of hairspray.
How many horsepower you figure those have?
The early stages of the annual Christmas candy.
A sheet of butter toffee my wife made.
So far, I have been able to stay away.
So my better half makes these round white cookies and decides to put little gold candy balls on top.
Maybe it's just me, but they sure look awfully mammary-like.
My son went to NYC and brought back for his teacher a variety of candy from Dylan's Candy Bar. He then proceeded to wrap it.
What a brown-noser.
See you next week.