Honk if you love Mom
They are feathered vermin...an invasive army of foul-tempered poop machines. And, in a final coup of Darwinian brilliance, they have adorable fuzzy little babies.
Below, already goose-stepping in Mom's footsteps.
Call it the Macaulay Culkin Conundrum: How can any juvenile this cute grow so rapidly into so distasteful an adult?
On this chilly Sunday afternoon, Drummers' Grove drew a small but energetic ensemble. The cool drumming dudes play for each other; a few free spirits play to the crowd.
Drumsticks, meat sticks...it's all smokin'.
Nearby, this family seemed to suffer from low-grade picnic anxiety.
Finally, the question of the day, pasted onto the (by-then-empty) rustic shelter, begs for an answer. Did she say yes?
That's a great catch with the "will you marry me" sign.
Posted by: Alex Richman | May 12, 2008 at 08:47 AM
Hmmmm. Personally, I could never marry a person who uses exclamation marks instead of a question mark, but I'm sure there are people out there for whom love trumps proper punctuation. Good luck to them.
Posted by: Elizabeth | May 15, 2008 at 10:36 AM