Clean out the camera Thursday

Just before we were to embark on our helluva trip, one of my customers brought me an Easter cake. You can't really tell from the photo, but behind all those Peeps and under the jelly-bird eggs is a massive coconut nest. It was pretty much a diabetic coma just waiting to happen. That's what I love about having a shop... I get to meet lovely people who bring me cake! Yesterday Melly brought me a butter cake. Have you had one of those things? Whoa. Just whoa.

I downloaded the photos from the trip and somehow all my really good baby snaps of the new nephew didn't download, so here is a shot of the Golden Child, that is to say, the brother-brat. He looks more like Owen Wilson from the front, only his nose has been broken just the one time (when he turned to see how close our Corgi, Poochie, was to catching him and turned smack into a tree at age five) and yeah, he has 'butt-chin'. You have no idea how difficult it was to get him to stand still for this shot... he's a regular Barbra Streisand about the 'profile'...

You should've seen his baby pictures. Turrrble cute. And plaid-clad. Gah.