Oh my gosh.
If you don’t know who Pamie is, you can go check her out for yourself. But let me tell you this: she is the person who inspired me to keep this goofy page happening. I am but a pale imitation of Pamie. A pale, curvy round Northern less exciting imitation.
She’s the real shiznit.
Oh my god. Pamie!!!
I think I’m going to get the vapors!
Because I promised.
My rockstar hair.
Esteban doesn’t know how to work my camera. There’s another picture, but it looks really queer so I’m not posting it. Besides, you just wanted to see the hair anyway, right?
It’s harder to see the red in it because the sun is kind of making the blonde stand up and say “Happy Birthday Mr. President”. If you look closely, you can see Esteban’s reflection in my sunglasses. Think of it as Where’s Waldo for people with a short attention span.
Oh, also, the much awaited karaoke pictures have been added to that page, including a pic of the elusive and troll-like Karaoke Ma.
And this is just a cute picture I took of Abby when we were swimming last Thursday. It’s not the greatest picture… off center again, as seems to be my entire oeuvre of photography, but I like it.
And, for those Mo fans out there, you can see a niblet of her boobal region.
She’s really going to appreciate that. Ah well.
And for those of you who expressed concern over my death rattle, I have gotten much better. Thanks for your cards and emails.Ok, no cards and only one email from Chauffi but lots of well wishes in the comments section and those totally count. You guys rock!
This was really a boring entry. Sorry. But lots of visual stuff, so go check it out.
Pamie’s back!!!!!!! Teehee!!!
