A Propos of Nothing in Particular

Agent 96

A propos of nothing in particular, I thought this was as good a time as any to share my theory of parenting:

Agent 98

God makes babies cute so we won't toss them out the car window as we're driving down the highway.

He makes teenagers big enough that we can't.

Not actually my teens. But I have as much chance of getting a picture
of them these days as I have of tossing these specimens out a window.

Harvest Time

It started innocently enough. "Let's do cukes," I said."I bet we could grow cucumbers in the garden." 

98 with today's harvest

 

If you can't read the scale, that's twenty-six pounds of cucumbers.
(Click photo to enlarge.)

 

 

I named him "Cukezilla."

I'm a little afraid of him.