omg- more pictures

more pictures. whaaa? sorry folks- they must be posted.

but i'll be kind- since you might be od'ing on pictures of my kids- i'll show you some other stuff. like me messing around with my macro lense.

purple flowers (i know there must be a more specific name for these- but i'm no horticulturalist)

and here's what they look like before they open:

tulips! well- almost, they're still not open. lazy flowers.

some dead plant- but i was all like "oooh! this dead thing is hella neat & i will practice my mad skillz on it! booya!"

thorns. or as alex says "HORNS! CAREFUL!!!"

one of the other ladies in the husband's life: (she's a silver laced wyandotte- oooh! or as i call her, miss prissy pants)

and the owner of all things outdoors- gary:

10 seconds before i snapped this shot-he was legit stalking me. i was all hunkered down taking pictures of the flowers when i felt like satan something was watching me.

i turned around & he was on his belly wiggling his ass. he saw me see him (gasp! the human has spotted me. ACT NORMAL!) and the stalking all but ceased.

then he came sauntering over like nothing happened. like he wasn't sitting there, less than a minute before, plotting my annihilation.

"sup' mom?"

(gary thoughts: "you are only alive, human, because i have allowed you to live. i've realized that in order for me to keep my strength up, i must eat. and in order for me to do so i need you to keep filling my bowl with that crap you refer to as "my wittle tummy wummy's foodie woodie!"

i assure you, i am not your "wittle tummy wummy" and your time here on earth will come to an end. however, since i believe the above term is a sign of endearment and because you've been kind to me, when the time comes i will make your death quick & painless.

i cannot promise the same for the one you call "husband", however, because his stupidity & blatant disregard for my position as the head of this household is abominable. frankly, i find him & his constant lack of respect insufferable & i am biding my time until i perfect the way in which i will bring his life to an end.

until that time i will continue to shred the toilet paper with abandon, pee on the floor & regurgitate my food into his slippers. and his clothing will continue to suffice as a place for me to sleep.")

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yikes. awkward.

anyway- part IV tomorrow.