An aside

I will eat frozen quiche no more!

I didn't realize that there was a kazoo part in Yankee Doodle. (the marching kazoo-ist is to the far right (I also didn't realize that the kazoo was a percussion instrument)).

This is The Victorian in Bend Oregon. Why it is called the Victorian is unclear. I am mostly certain it was not named for the type of food they served, for the style of building in which the establishment was housed, or the period costumes the wait staff wore.

Here is some high speed, high desert scenery.

Crepe master

I suppose breakfast barbecue season is coming to an end.

That's ok. We recently learned that Matt is a crepe master.

Maybe different breakfasts require different distributions of labor.

There was definitely more team involvement in today's crepe-fest.

Delicious team involvement.

Did I mention that Matt is the Crepe Master. I think he said he had seen them made on the food channel this one time.

I threw coffee grounds in the yard not really thinking that the dog might eat them and get sick.

Of course she tried to eat them.

This is my punishment for, accidentally, trying to kill the dog.

You can only be so sorry...

This photo just shows the mess, not the six plus bottles of champagne (style beverage).

Did I mention that Matt is the Crepe Master?

Glitter egg

There was glitter in my egg this morning.

While I have said that I love glitter.

I do not like to eat it.

Cat Jesus

Lexi had great difficulty using a fan. Nobody quite understood why, but we all tried to help her through her crisis.

This is an assortment of very small pancakes that I made for Megan.

And a larger assortment for myself.

This is that stupid cat without a tail napping on top of my car.

Wee Pierre was not pleased.

I had to chase it off with a broom.
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This is the scary staircase at our new home.

And our sweet porch.

Here is Megan doing something.

Here I am not doing something.

This truck had no doors!

Here is an inspirational shot.

I traded in my futuristic station wagon for this religiously themed van.

Because we all know how much I love cats and Jesus

Cavepeople

I tried to start a fire for breakfast.

It didn't work so well.

Mad as hell.

We went out for breakfast. It was tasty. But, I wasn't happy about it.

Apparently, on the coast, everyone puts their yard sale signs up in one location. I suppose this works if you have some idea of where the streets are.

If you can explain this I would appreciate it.

According to the internet translator this means "better friend". Make with that what you will.

We won a dollar and bought another lottery ticket. This one was defective.

These are the woods.

This is a fort from World War II.

Here is a depiction of Hitler getting stomped on by Santa, circa World War II.

We got slightly lost in the woods.

Luckily we had left a trail of bread crumbs, just in case.

Unfortunately; some woodland creature ate said bread crumbs.

Eventually we found our way out.

Or so we thought.

The thing about the woods is; they just keeps going.

The path appeared to lead this way.

But, it ended with a cliff.

This is the island of seals or possibly Manatees.

We were directed to get fish and chips at this restaurant. I would direct you there except our waiter was an asshole.

I'm really wishing I had some Black Panther hot sauce right about now.

Back to the world of camping.

Our neighbors lent us this long pointy stick for cooking our sweet potato.

I'm a little confused. It looked like our fire was going.

As usual, it's hard to tell what emotion I'm feeling at present.

I could complain about it being cold, however, it's camping, it's always cold.

We love food that is yellow.