And now some pictures, or Cameras Are Fun

OK, so some of you (hi Kristy!) are expecting images of this weekend's festivities: concert, hell in car with parental units, joy of Kristy's dissertation defense, et al. When I popped the Target photo CDs into the drive THEY WERE BLANK! I have the prints, but alas, cannot share them digitally. Instead here are images of my man and our cat. By "cat" I mean "demon who allows himself the shape of a cat, roughly".

Aren't they the best? Sometimes the cat is naughty and must be hosed down. Behold:

Shortly after these pictures were taken Dom was tragically eaten by his kitten. Cats have very strong opinions about water, apparently. For Dom's birthday, as a matter of fact, I made a photo-storybook about our pets' proclivities for violence. It starred two Playmobil figures bearing striking resemblances to our persons, our pets, and an unassuming gay yard boy. I made that last part up, but it SHOULD have been about the unassuming gay yard boy. Because we have a real one, and I'm not even kidding. We call him "The Yard Fairy" with as much Christian affection as we can muster. Seriously, a gay yard guy? In Jesus-town, Indiana? WTF?

I would love to share more photos with you, dear reader, but Target Photo Thingey has just gone down (to use Dom's phrase) "like a Thai whore at a truck stop". Tomorrow: images of the Cutest Baby Ever and the Doctors Crooks.

Kisses,

Keith