Does anyone remember eating a Big Mama before? When I lived in LA, my dad would come home with a bunch of Big Mama's for us to eat for dessert. They are drumsticks but the ice cream part is the size of a softball, maybe even bigger! We thought he was the coolest Dad! I was trying to think of a short title for my blog so the words don't go into the owls eye and that is all I could think of. Mallory is working on another one for me.
I really need to be better about cutting his toenails. I think he is scratching his face with them. Talk about Flexilble!!
O.K. people, and when I say people I mean Sherri. The reason I haven't blogged for a month is because I have to have a picture to blog about. I am not an eloquent writer who can entertain you by my words, so I need a picture to back up what I say. Make sense? Unfortunately I don't own a digital camera so I have to wait until I use up a roll of film, develop it, then scan the pictures into my computer to write about. Have I gotten your sympathy vote yet? Cross your fingers for me that I will get a digital camera for Christmas this year. Then I won't have an excuse to be a slacker!
