The Hanger

So, my friend Matt and I went out and played 35 holes (i know, i know we missed one in the trees somewhere) and on one of the holes i did this on a putt. (insert groan from sore arm trying to type here)

Matt was gracious enough to count it, even though it wasn't technicaly "in" the basket, since it has probably never happened in the 3,542 year history of the sport before today.

..after a long day...

Yep, she's on the kitchen floor. asleep.

Dumbledores Army

*NOT A SPOILER*

I have just lost some friends. It's very sad. I have finished the last Harry Potter book and now i know i will never hear from my friends again. I have been on some amazing, intense adventures with these folks and it's all over.
No mas.
Fini.
Done.
I think i will eventually get over the loss, but i can't even keep up with their lives on Myspace. Well, i probably can, I'm sure they've all got pages but it's not quite the same. Life will go on. I suppose. Maybe not as richly. Maybe not as brightly. But on it shall go on.

Shasta and Skittles