My eldest son used to jump up in my bed when he was around 2 years old and carefully pile every pillow in the house on top of me. As I lay there, pleasantly smothered I could here his little voice asking me...

"...are you BASHED, daddy?...you BASHED?"



Thursday, May 20, 2010

FRAGILE FRIENDS

We have been visiting the beach alot lately...every day they tell us the oil is getting closer. It's in the "loop current" and headed for a trip around Florida's coast. No sign of it yet. Mary took these pictures of our fragile friends. They will certainly feel the effects of anything toxic washing ashore. Let's hope it doesn't happen...here are the PICTURES

1 comment:

Andrea Westmoreland said...

Your photos are beautiful. I'm hoping with you that the oil stays away.