Kicks the boys to make them cry.


Then all the girls run out to say,
“Pepper Stepher, come and play!”

Kicks the boys to make them cry.


Then all the girls run out to say,
“Pepper Stepher, come and play!”
I’ve finally figured out how to post things on other pages! Woo-hoo! Check out “Scrawlings” for those mental whirlwinds that escape my cranium.
… Mom purchased more blueberries! Project Blue will resume on the morrow.
… but only after eating some French vanilla ice cream…

… some cake…

… and drinking a bit of water to wash it all down.

Three-quarters of this ended up on the floor.
We said our goodbyes. Everyone was sad…

Sarah is a sad panda.
… even Bailey.

But in the end, it wasn’t such a bad way to go.
After all, ice cream makes everything better. Even euthanasia.

I’m glad you’ve found your way back home, angel girl. We miss you here. We always will.

The best dog that ever lived and a true angel on earth.
Rest in peace, old girl.
Attempts to both photograph blueberries and create a blog have, thus far, proven futile. I’m working on it. Give it some time. Now how in the world do I post a photo on this site?…

This photo stinks. And I'm out of blueberries.