What is so funny about peace, love, and understanding?
The week in pics.
The doodling table at the school spaghetti dinner. It was a fundraiser sponsored by the PTO.
My punk rebel credentials are now officially dead.
Chef M going to town, decorating holiday cookies.
The menorah cookie.
It sat in my stomach like a rock for eight mystical nights.
The fish counter at Sansone's in Wilmington. My wife picked up some black bass filets.
If I cut fish all day, all night long, I would go up to people and say,
"Hey. Smell my fingers".
My lovely wife has a new shorter, hairstyle.
I love it.
She sent me this photo and I got a little choked up, remembering the old days.
One student circled that little center word while working on a holiday word search.
I can't fault them.
I still laugh at the planet Uranus.
My son was supposed to build a gingerbread house.
Somehow, he ended up constructing a
Young J brought his "A" game by wearing this dreidel tie to the Hannukah fiesta.
Our family is simply known as my wife's name, plural-ed.
The candles are back there somewhere being lit.
The striped bear wear caused a texting ribbing that ended in this reply via her Mom:
My favorite part of this picture is that it reminded me of one of my favorite movie lines:
C and J looking dapper for a night out.
The creep-o-meter hit 10 on this guy as I watched him snap a photo of a lady's posterior when she bent down to retrieve an item.
I gave him the benefit of the doubt that he was texting (I hope).
See you next week.