Don't let the door hit you on the way out

My mother came home from the hospital today minus some internal parts and hopefully minus the cancer that has been in charge around here for the last few months. Cancer is like a big angry maid - the kind you see in old movies on Turner Classic Movies. She takes over the house and everything you try to do.

Here is a plant sent by my co-workers at my much neglected real job.

I went to lunch at Steak and Shake. That cake portrait would look wonderful in my living room.

My first candid shot of an unaware person. This is probably illegal in some fashion, but I love her expression which I shall now translate : "How can such a fat man continue to eat fries like that?"