The tiny talk o' the town.

Halloween is most definitely Sissy's favorite holiday.

Poor puppy: spot snaked; missing Daddy.

Mint so fresh it's actually delicious.

(cloudy morning; not great light; doesn't do the color justice...but you get the point)

(before shot - goodbye, light tan!)

A (movie) star is (definitely) born.

Today, she hits those double digits!

Happy Birthday, Juliet!

When time flies. (It's already tomorrow.)

"Mom, my work day's soooo hard."

Can you believe I leave this?

Every. Morning.

Housework as an act of protest.

Due to bad behavior, he's been banned from the backyard. 

No one wanted to say goodbye.

When the coasters say it all.

Cozying up to a restful weekend.

Clear desk. Full heart. Can't lose.

It's getting chilly - he's getting cozy.

"I do what I want, Mom."

Definitely feeling the festive fall vibes.

A lopsided licker for #TongueOutTuesday Eve.

The breaking of the beds continues.

New beds. (Never mind the size).

Trading spaces.

Fall weather means dining al fresco.

(and, squirrels)

Here is an accurate representative sample.

Why do the short weeks feel the longest?

"I love Clayton" fest, part two.

"Three for you; three for me."

...Clayton's endearing response when he learned he and Sissy would be tonight's six words...

Fall sneaks in, as it does.

Everyone's enjoying the recent backyard demolition.

Taking it out on Mother Nature.

She doesn't deserve it, but she certainly accepts it. (And we're thankful).

Mexico is in his rear-view mirror.

Two of this year's three work trips are officially history.

And still, chores to be done.

Wondrously, the world turns, no matter what.

Life's short. Live it out loud.

Rest in peace to my friend, former colleague, and favorite free thinker, Jonathan Wellerstein. 

Vending machine, compliments of Mother Nature.

From David, in Cuernavaca, Mexico

Adorable, remarkably unhelpful, and generally lazy.