Sunday is a fatherly sort of day
It's Father's Day down here in the land of Oz, but we're having a relatively sedate day. This could be because the boys both ate half a zoo last night when we went out to dinner.
1 steak, 1 lamb chop, 2 sausages, 3 chicken wings, 2 rashes of bacon and 4 ribs. EACH!
It reminded me of something out of The Flintstones where it takes two cavegirls just to bring your meal to the table!
Right now they're playing with old computer parts, like kids with their legos.
Happy Father's Day, dad!
(That's one of our highly irregular poodles. Yes, he wriggles himself until he's hanging off the edge like that all by himself. Dad has to hold onto his back legs or he slides off. This photo is made all the more hilarious due to the fact that this one is called Woody. Poor limp woody...)
1 steak, 1 lamb chop, 2 sausages, 3 chicken wings, 2 rashes of bacon and 4 ribs. EACH!
It reminded me of something out of The Flintstones where it takes two cavegirls just to bring your meal to the table!
Right now they're playing with old computer parts, like kids with their legos.
Happy Father's Day, dad!
(That's one of our highly irregular poodles. Yes, he wriggles himself until he's hanging off the edge like that all by himself. Dad has to hold onto his back legs or he slides off. This photo is made all the more hilarious due to the fact that this one is called Woody. Poor limp woody...)