BBQ at Billy's

Wednesday, April 03, 2019

BBQ at my dad's means the radio is turned on to classic 70s rock, the beer will be cold, and the stories are going to be good. There is a false bookshelf in my dad's house that opens into a walk-in closet sized room. He has convinced the girls that it is a dungeon and staying in his good graces is the only way to avoid being tossed in it. I tell him they aren't old enough to understand his humor, but they love him anyway. I think children instinctively know who the good adults are and that they are safe with them. 


I love this picture of Kindred. My little faerie bringing an offering of pink flowers.


And, I love this picture. It looks like Ash is about to stab me with that spatula. Here's the thing...even if she did stab me, she would apologize immediately and feel guilty forever because, Pisces. God love her. I am the devil on mama's shoulder and Ashley is the angel.
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