Tonight I was going to go to bed at a decent hour.  I really was.  I had already suffered a mild come apart this evening due to some circumstances involving some turkey feather Christmas ornaments, a jug of V-8 juice, and a bathtub.  Typical Wednesday.  So I was hard-core dedicated to the idea of going to sleep early.  Until I realized that everyone in this house was already asleep and I really wanted to blog.  So that's what I'm doing - except I started working on this joker two hours ago.  I was going to put a whole bunch of photos on here for your viewing pleasure, but because I have issues with focusing on a task, as soon as I started going through the photos on my camera I found myself obsessed with deleting pictures off of my memory card.  The thing that I love about our camera (it's an SLR which means it's digital but clicks really fast) is that it's so quick at taking pictures.  The thing I hate about it is that we go outside to take a couple of family photos, and it clicks so fast that before I know it I have 37 different shots of the same pose to sort through and delete.  And while I love all the choices, it fills the card up with 1,000 pics extra fast. (at least for someone like me who never downloads anything)

    I'm not done deleting yet but my eyes are starting to cross and I'm scared they are going to stick that way so I just quit.  And of course I didn't even get to the pictures that I wanted to put on here, so instead I thought I would share these three that I thought were funny.  At least to me.  Which is not saying much.  I still chuckle occasionally at body function humor.  
One of these things is not like the other, one of these things just doesn't belong.  Can you guess which thing is not like the other - Before I finish my song?
that's one freaky little photo creeper
Just so you know, Turnantor may look just like his daddy and may act a lot like his daddy, but there is one trait that he definitely, most definitely got from me.
Eww. Can I please stop touching this disgusting bunny rabbit? What if it jumps on me?! I don't like this!!!! Animals wig me out!!
You know what mama? I don't really care if the whole rest of my kindergarten is inside the petting zoo playing with goats, chickens, and bunnies. I'm good, right here on this bench where nothing can lick me.