(Okay, what’s with the French title?)
It means ‘the fog’.
(Who are you trying to impress?)
(What on earth is Babelfish?)
Dude, don’t you have internet? Look it up on the encyclopedia galacitca.
On Friday, the dogs and I, suffering from a raging case of cabin fever, traipsed out into the ‘wild’ on the opposite side of our housing development. If not for the fog in this picture, you would see a nice tall impressive airport tower. But this day, it was shrouded in mystery…
Even though it was cold and wet, the view was beautiful…
Ben was so happy he was literally walking on air….
Foggy air, but it WAS air.
This is looking back at the houses.
I liked it out there. We don’t come as often to this side, as there are a lot of dogs that live on the other side of a steep ditch and Ben and Sunny just love to run along the back yard fences and wreck havoc with the peace of the neighborhood. However, on the way home that day I found a way to get into the area bypassing that stretch of road so and I think we will take advantage of the tick free time to wander around and explore it this winter/spring.
I’m grateful to live in a place with some wide open spaces nearby. It helps keep me sane.
(And lord knows you need all the help you can get in that department…)
True, true. There’s no use denying it. I live on the razor’s edge of dangerous territory of the mind.
(Well, let’s not get melodramatic about it there Cupcake.)
Let’s make yellow cupcakes
with chocolate frosting….
(You are so cute, you give me a toothache kid.)
Do ()s have teeth?
(Do me a favor squirt, don’t take after She Who Must Not Be Named okay? I have enough trouble around here without you asking smart aleck questions too. . . go bake your cupcakes.)
I’m not allowed to make cupcakes by myself.
I’m too little.
(Where’s that Hen when you need her?)
January 31, 2011 by 5 Comments