The Sunday Evening Post

 A brief and sweet week, so this edition is more like reading a haiku...or riding the short bus home.

The week in pics.

A hedgehog on a skateboard.

Two great things.

Two great words.

I never thought thought the day would come when they joined forces.

It's funny that a picture of my nephew taking a bath sprung up.  I was just thinking about my own adventures in bathing as a youth and wondered why I never do it now.

My favorite was to sink my ears below the surface so I could listen to the water.

Flower power.

If you just showed me the first three shots of this two-headed monster, I would have asked what national art museum I have to visit to see this masterpiece.

Bravo, lass.

You creation hovers on the cusp of perfection.

The flowers were beautiful, but the sweetest part of all was the attached note that read "Your the Best", because it was sent by the biggest grammar stickler this side of the Rio Grande.

The middle is a little jumbled up.

Does that shirt say 

"Born under a Rock"?

My epic failure of the week was indulging a little too much from the homemade cheesecake concocted by J and M.  It capped off a fantastic evening with a grand clan of friends.

This was the view during one of our multiple trips to Lowes this week.

I guess if you are buying plumbing supplies, it would be uncivilized not to display a plumber's crack.

Well done, sir.

The toad that lives under our water barrel came forth, and did not fear his shadow.

I think that signifies six weeks of apple pies.

"Rock Hard".

"Sticks.  Stays Put".

"Will Not Shrink".

50 Shades of Water Putty.

See you next week.