Blue-tailed skinks at Becher Haus. Cute, but creepy. Very skinny toes. Not sure I'll ever be able to step out onto the porch barefoot... ever.
The pink hen is the repository of all that is strikeable. Always in the cupboard, patiently waiting the call to duty. Now I just have to make sure Eli doesn't go surfing through the dishes in search of trouble. Tomorrow is Mitchell's big day. We're all going out early, running a few errands, do a little shopping, get his hair cut... all before the endodontist bit. Gah. Send gin.