This is different. The garden is tending itself now. |
But it's nice to see some things never change. |
Try not to devour him all in one bite, Frida. He's not a plate of bacon. |
Poppy has been exhibiting some signs of stress, such as post-work flopping ... |
... fish dangling ... |
... deliberate and intense fish-ignoring (poor Deshaun) ... |
... smug belly-pointing ... |
... twilight gardening in swimwear ... |
... and post promotion-at-work blinding rage. Actually it's hard to tell, she may be fist-bumping herself. |
But, she's not the only one acting kooky. Charlie has taken to doing his homework outside places of business. |
And his father, Darryl has grown so old that he doesn't even recognize his own child. |
Plus, he's taken to trying to terrify others just to avoid dealing with Rachel and Suri constantly trying to pummel each other. |
To deal with her own angst, Suri's been stirring pots of spaghetti like they're cauldrons ... |
... and exploding plates of meatballs over the stove. Whatever works. |
Also, Stanley's either been a very bad boy again, or is trying to perfect walking through walls. |
Suri's gone downtown to play with her toys on the floor of a salon - and hey, weird guy is here, and he's really excited about pools |
Uh-oh, he's spotted you, Suri. |
Now he's going to insist upon giving you a makeover. |
And you know he's going to end up singing songs about all of your body parts. |
Quick, get that makeover before he asks you to snatch the pebble from his hand. |
Perfect. I know you always wanted to look like a concrete wall. |
Yeah, I know Frida. That outfit is sapping my will to live, too. |
Rachel's been busting her dowager's hump holding mops all fricking weird-like, so she sends herself for a makeover, too. |
I know, I know. The sheer drama of it all. |
Your stylist is clutching her stomach, so it's probably time to get started. |
Of course. I forgot the pre-makeover ritual pressing down of the earth. |
Grate. Now go home and rub your new clothing against Suri's new clothing and see if the world starts to burn. |
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2 comments:
How strange. I just left a comment on Greg's blog about Okie Noodling, and then I come over here and find Poppy noodled a fish of her own. I had no idea she was from Oklahoma.
She was Okie Danglin' to get technical.
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