Local Flavor: Rosie Stuff, Winter Stuff

Rosie: "Coffee -- for me? How delicious..."

Rosie: "Psych! I was after your game winnings the entire time."

Jake: "Dangit, Rosie, that's my Sunday flannel!"

We're still getting outside a bit. This grass is taller than me and stretches on for a long way in this field. Our family was playing "tiger" and hunting one another through it. It's like a cruel game of tag where once you're caught, you become a tiger as well... hunting the survivors down.

I might have shot exploding seed pics before... before... again... again... and again...