Monday, August 17, 2009

Flying Poodle

I forget the puppies name, but she sure was a sweetie. Didn't care much for people, but loves tennis balls. Lost the tennis ball over the edge. Panic ensues.
James took me sailing on the boat he works on The Alma. So I put on my favorite pashmina afghan, red sweater, sunglasses, and extremely tight jeans. Note, the flying poodle.
James here. Apparently we both have a thing for touching our heads in pictures.
Here he is tying knots/sails/ropes.
And I can't not post this video....

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