Saturday, November 18

Bein' Cute On A Saturday Morning

Reach out and touch someone.
Chillin' like a children.
There's that million dollar smile.
And an encore performance.
Jack got ahold of the camera strap.
I love you, orange blankie...
I think I'll eat you, orange blankie.
(I accidentally posted this twice and don't know how to remove it. Actually, I'm trying to subconsciously burn this image into your heads.)
Snarf, snarf, snarf...
Yum, yum, yum...