He lost his head

Somehow...

However, part of Bun will stay on within me.

Easter's coming, probably

You'll be fine with me, kiddo, I told him. Sure, your bell will keep you safe. We'll have our carrots over here.

So, yeah, we did

Not a wedding portrait. Sheesh, no, I like Sookie and all, but, no.


It's taken nearly 2 months for Kyung-sook to convince me to dress up with her. She got it for me. Yadda, yadda. Fine. I'll play ball.

In for a penny, in for pinata, we went to the portrait studio. I look good on fur, don't I?

Be aware of the favours I do you. I'm saving your eyes from being burnt out by some of the lamest of the shots.

Drunk as a Monk

Me and Butterfly bached it New Years Eve,...Auld Lang and all that.

2 Weeks Flying high

The open road.

Ron thought I should get off the dash but there was good sun there.

I'm with the ticket for Chambord Castle and the toll booth ticket for the highway. It was 13 Euros for the highway between Paris and Chambord. The arrows point at me but do I look like someone with pockets?

Ron didn't take a picture of us at our trip there. Ah well, maybe we can photoshop ourselves in later.


Look down, way down. It's Paris, Ron.


Here I am on the flight looking with our trajectory. Back to Montreal. What do you mean Montreal's not in the picture? Why didn't you say say scooch over?


See?

Hitting the Beaches

It's 27 degrees but my little bud still won't come out of his Rhino suit but that's fine. We love him just the same, don't we?

Touring

Goofing off by the river with Ron we nearly got beaned by the nuts when the wind got up.


Look Man, I can balance an acorn on my nose.

(Never mind his get up. Ron's got a Dali complex going on about Rhinos.)


It was pretty quiet for a while but while Ron was trying to get my picture with this waterfall, I just about got tore to bits.

This was just before I was eaten, nearly. There was this huge white dog that ran toward me and nearly snatched me while my back was turned.

Where's Ron get off to? Taking cover naturally.



Thanks for getting my back man.


It makes the Metro and its pickpockets seem tame by comparison. Mother Nature has PMS, I tell ya.

Never a quiet moment for long. Especially when guitars are cheap and accessible. There are some buskers singing the trains that make a good case for sitting mute with a cup instead of working for the centimes, I tell ya.