There was a shiny turtle in our back yard. You might think it was shiny because it was raining out, but in actuality I ran the turtle
through the Krispy Kreme glazer.
There is a new hound dog hanging out around my grandma's house who has been named "Daisy" by the family. This is a bit
confusing as mt grandma is often referred to as "Daisy" also. My family need to think up some new names.
I wouldn't advise this dog or anyone else smell Brian's shoes.
Ah, classic Marion architecture.
I'm cool with Paul sucking balls, but Nici really needs to work on her spelling.
Downtown Durham.
A cicada corpse, hanging out on a rusted piece of metal. Art!
Chelsea putting a choke hold on our dog. His legs aren't long enough for a figure four, so this will have to do.
And then there's that.
Downtown Raleigh.
At some point I went down to Wilmington and did the beach thing.
Brian in his "creeping" glasses. You can gawk at the bikinis, but they don't catch you gawking.
I think Ben has outgrown this toy.
Brian holding Booker T, the best named baby in the business.
The most important part of any trip to Wilminton - going to Britt's for breakfast the next morning.
It wasn't more than a couple of minutes after this photo that Ben started projectile vomiting a technicolor amalgamation of
doughnuts, Fruit Loops, and chocolate milk. This kid is going to do big things.