Too good to pass up

It happened quite by accident this late Thursday evening, that I was caught in what I must consider, the ideal situation for coming back after my long melancholy blogger silence. If I hadn't been alone tonight and in my bed surrounded by pillows, with a plate of fresh banana bread, a computer, cell phone and a stack of fine books at my finger tips I never would have thought to peruse some pictures from awhile ago and in perusing laugh aloud, and in laughing aloud think that I must put said pictures where all pictures inevitably go: on the web. It also helped that my sister informed me that she had blogged and so I had to read it of course and while there I saw my poor neglected blog. Filled with a sense of inspiration I wrote the above words and now without apology or excuse I post this. Writing is to me therapy and I have been sadly without therapy for a little while now.

There are times in life when you must take yourself less seriously (these times are more frequent than many actually realize) and I know a group of people, nay, close relations, who are really good at this. God bless this crazy gang.

 It was on a cruise ship on a Wednesday morning that, not one or two strange eccentrics were noticed but upwards of fifteen.   Check out Jonni: that hair with that robe...girl!

 Got to see what Missy and Jimmy would look like in 60 years or so.

 ...And there are just no words for these beauties.