Worst. President. Ever.

The t–shirt says it all.

This rather unflattering picture of a hot, tired me is from the end of an extended rock scrambling excursion back in mid-September 2008. Ian was fresh as the proverbial daisy. “Come on Dad, it’s not that dark!”

Now that I think of it, Ian took this picture, which somewhat explains the low angle.

It’s all about the shirt. You can get shirts at Bart Cop. [note; I have no financial relationship with Bart Cop]

Welcome to Our Dog, Layla

Her name is Layla. I don’t know about you, but I think I just heard a guitar riff…

We were told she is a Siberian Husky/German Shepard mix. She’ll probably be about 40 – 45 pounds when she is full grown.

Needless to say, Ian is very excited. And yes, she barked and whined for a good piece of the night. We also expect that the cats will no longer have a tendency to gain weight. 😉