The winnah!

NOTE: Apologies for the previous blank post. A glitch in the operating system. There really is a winner, yes indeedy. Unfortunately, my laptop is only usable if I take it to Carrie's (which is how I'm getting this done) because the receiver box at the cabin was fried. Ouch. Tomorrow our carrier should make all well, and I'll be back on line in a more orderly fashion. Meanwhile, I'm going to TRY to finish this post.)

Ahem. The winner is (drumroll): Linda! Good diagnosis on the belly button. And thanks to Marilyn for the "creative" guesses! In reward for the effort, I'll be sending a package of flower seeds to all two entants!

Max plus washable "tatoos" are a dangerous combination. Carrie was in stitches when he told her he wanted to put them "where your bra goes, mom", and of course being the good mommy-of-five boypunks, she said OK.

The first thing he wanted to show me when he came through the cabin door. A Kodak moment, for sure...

Ah. The infamous "flower"...

Kinda gives "pasties" a whole new twist, eh?

Between turkey poults and Max, it's a laugh a day around here!

(Now if I'm holding my tongue right, with my toes crossed, and the stars align, you WILL receive this...)