Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Like Father,

Like son.

I guess he really meant it when he said he didn't know what to do with his cards.

On a lighter note, the walnuts are looking good, and harvest is just around the corner.

Finally, I don't know if you can see this or not, but Malcolm has not only adjusted to life out of doors, but he's even become civil to intruders. I keep trying to tell the Siamese that he does not live here, but he doesn't listen very well.

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