He is very soon headed to the salon, and they really need to pay attention to his cuticles this time.
The verdict is in, and the photographer who took these can feel confident in his skill.
Very rarely do I use the flash on my camera, but there are certain instances when it is required.
“Chi son? Sono un poeta. Che cosa faccio? Scrivo. E come vivo? Vivo. In povertà mia lieta scialo da gran signore rime ed inni d’amore.”
Yet another moment in a very necessary recurring series.
Hey! Get off his lawn so that he can nap right in the middle of it.
My alarm system is now a sign on my front door that says COCO LIVES HERE.
I cannot wait to have her join me in a spin class, nearly puke and then feel the rush of endorphins afterward.
They grow these little pumpkins for this very purpose.
October comes in like a lamb, and that lamb gets roasted and slapped between two buns by a lion about halfway through.