Here’s last Wednesday’s picture:

And this is what it was cropped from:

You know you’ve got it bad when you stop doing what you’re doing because you think it will make a great shot for one reason or another!

First three to get it:

- DebR: “Canteloupe! I don’t think I spelled that right, but whatever…you know what I mean!….Can’t-Elope! ”

- My blogless cousin, Mel: “Cantalope!”

- Mrs. G.: “Cantaloupe.”

Funniest:

- Carl: “Damn! How in the hell did you let me get away with missing out on a dripping wet vag!na last week? I mean, I wouldn’t even have had to say anything with this picture. And I guess, in a sense, I didn’t!

Today’s picture is surely the way my brain looked as it split open all day long while I was having website issues.”

So, this week…

What is it?

First we had this:

followed by this:

which led to this (I didn’t take this shot, unfortunately, but I did take the other two!):

Welcome Connor James, who was born late in the evening on July 7th; he weighed 7lbs 4.5oz and was 20.5 inches long. Congrats to his momma and daddy!!!

Weekly Words Challenge #43, hosted by Pickled Beef:

It’s not the age, it’s the tattoo!

This flower I shot on Monday is a beauty!

I think this photo is filled with beauty…it’s in the eye of the beholder, you know.