Sunday Evening Post

I won't give up.

This is the Sunday Evening Post.

Haters be hatin'.

 Bail Bonds sign spotted in Dover.

Just make sure you show up for court...

or else.

 Pinball Wizard.

 Thanks to my spouse's allergies, this is the closest I can come to having a dog.

 Gumbo cook-off in Rehoboth Beach, Delaware.  This is the Greeter at the Purple Parrot and the second year her picture has been highlighted in the blog.

 Frankly, my darling,

I don't give a damn.

 I get out about three times a year.  

Fellow gumbo consumers and I getting down to the nitty gritty.

 My Selection for the best Gumbo was Mixx.

The Seafood Shack Got a frowny face for running out before we got there.

 Valentine Days.

 My Valentine knows how to touch my heart.

 I kid you not, but I actually witnessed doggy acupuncture.  The two white things sticking out of his back are needles.

 Baby feet with baby stocking shoes.

 The great expanse of the marshy wetlands at Saint Jones.

Locals.

 God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change; courage to change the things I can;and wisdom to know the difference.

 Sushi that look likes a muppet.

 My son thinks he's Buddy from the TV show "Cake Boss."  Here is his strawberry whipped cream soaked layered cake. 

Eli Mobile.

The beginning of Lent is almost here.


See you next week.