And yet, no picture of the boat.

Be thankful there are any pictures. I was knocked-out sick on Tuesday, and Rich got a hold of my camera. There was a knife involved. My camera made it through all right, but I decided I'd better change the batteries before he tried to replace them on his own again.

And then I told him that I thought I heard someone nosing around out by his boat and that distracted him for a few hours.

So, after I put the new batteries in the camera, I could take a look and see what pictures were snapped in the last few months. There were six. These five and an unflattering shot of Wilson.

First picture: Greeley smacking around a bunch of balloons with a broom stick. Mom said she's noticed that the pictures on my wall are always crooked. She's right.


Second picture: After we pulled down the crepe paper streamers from Atlee's surprise party, I wanted to share with all of you how I felt that Strawberry Shortcake and her gang had t.p.'d my living room.


Third picture: Atlee celebrated potato day at her school. That's what they called St. Patrick's Day. Each student had to bring in a potato and they measured and charted and did all manner of things scientific. We sent cupcakes for the green-taste testing portion of the day.

Fourth picture: Rich's fancy pants dinner prepared the night I was sick.

It did look pretty fancy pants.


Fifth picture: A new feature here at Gettysburg Family...

"What did Emerson destroy this week? "

This week was the crock pot. Although second place so far goes to him dumping a half a gallon of milk all over the dining room floor. Amateur mistake. I really and truly can't believe I actually left the milk down. Not like that matters. Since he can open doors. Any and all doors.