A Day Playing With Collages and Destroying the Wiley Beasts In My Loft
The images in the above collage are from our family vacation to the East Coast last summer.
It was an extremely wet trip, raining every day except for one.
The one and only day I was able to get any senior pictures of our 2 seniors – in Central Park.
Really I just wanted to play with my collages today because I’m kind of bored.
My honey is sleeping the day away because he’s working this weekend, child number 2 is with his male parental unit and child number 1 just took off in my jeep to pick up his clothes at a friends house and then to work. Unfortunately he suffers from his Mother’s luck when it comes to his vehicles.
I’ve been hanging in the loft with my girls playing with collages and at times standing on guard with fly-swatter in hand ready to destroy 3 wasps that keep threatening to swoop down and attack my baby Zoey. Can I just say I hate wasps and they need to leave my poor innocent puppy alone. She doesn’t know that wasps taste nasty and besides I think she really only wants to play. You know kind of like kitty’s play with mice before they eat them. Yes, she gets confused sometimes and thinks she’s a cat. I haven’t the foggiest where she gets that idea. We don’t have cats, I’m severely allergic to them. She bats toys around with her hands (front paws), pounces on her sisters and scratches at the furniture. You know now that I think about it, I think she may have a personality disorder. Yes that’s it, she has 2 personalities; a cat personality and she must have a dog personality because I never knew any cat that liked to get into the shower before and not only that but her Mama was a dog after all. I still believe though that she’s the sweetest thing on Earth and the most cuddly snuggle bug that ever shared a pillow with me before. So, I’ll keep her – personality disorder and all.
BAM!!!. . . . . . . . . . . . 2 down and 1 to go. Take that you wiley beasts.
I think my Honey needs to call the wasp exterminator.
You know before my girls get hurt or I get stung trying to protect my doggy family and go into anaphylactic shock
. . . . or something like that.
Hey. . . . it could happen.
