Thanks for sharing her with us--I'm in stitches at this wonderful mental image of Mae Mae spitting out fake flowers and then making her exit, stage left! I wonder if the Bridge is ready for what's now on their doorstep?
Run free pretty one and enjoy all the rides you want.
Two years already? Seens like it was last month I was crying at work reading your message. I so loved your description of a Fudgie fly-by (or not-so-much "by") . . . . seems to me the words were "like a giraffe on crack".
Hugs to you.
That is outright amazing! And I'm willing to give Brian the benefit of the doubt that he must have thought we could see his back legs better when he turned the camera . . . . Brian, just take it straight on and we'll all be happy and no one will have to come hurt your knees.
Sweetheart, stay real close to your mom these days; I think she needs your strength.
Did you get your last shipment of reading material? I skipped recycling day so there would be lots and lots for you.