Monday, July 31, 2006


We spent Saturday in northern Indiana, while Mark and friends practiced for their gig on Labor Day. We slept on Wendell's water bed (my first time on a water bed) and the damn thing was heated. Well, hell, it was 100 degrees outside and 150 degrees on the water bed. I know how a freaking fried egg feels.

This is a photo of a frog at Uncle Wendell's pond. Zounds.


Blogger Pamela said...

You should have told them you were conserving energy and to turn the heater off.

(we camped --- the train was so close by it would shake us out of our sleeping bags)

12:48 AM  

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