Saturday, February 12, 2011

Holy Terror

We've got a crazy man on our hands. Simon is now a PI -- there is no stone left unturned, even the garbage.



It seems that the kid listens every once in a while.



I am a little upset that mommy didn't say, "Bless You," at the beginning of this short film. But I guess I can't blame her too much as she was making on Oscar-worthy clip.



Nice shiner, huh? I am glad it's the hardest part of the body. Somewhere a picture exists of me in the tub smiling after I had fallen down the stairs (and I had a nice black eye to boot. I'll try to find it and post it as well).



What would sleep be without all of your friends nearby? And when I go in the next morning all of the "friends" have been tossed to the floor.

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