Cami Toes

There's an obvious lack of blog fodder over this way.  We've been hosting another flu bug the past week-plus, but no one's been snorting or squealing or chirping or cackling, so don't get all nervous about pig flu or bird flu or chicken flu or....  I love the word hippopotamus, so I'm glad there's no hippopotamus flu, tainting one of my favorite words.  I'll keep my swine flu and pandemic thoughts to myself.  Aren't you so glad?  And relieved?

Cami Toes.  Joycie knows we've been doing some exhausting dragon slaying over our way, so she sent me a cheery photo.  It's too good to keep to myself.  Cami is Joycie's 3-year-old Little Britches, just a few months younger than our SugarPlum, and seen here in the tale of her visit with SugarPlum at our place.  Now these are some special little toes:

And whosoever shall offend one of these little ones that believe in me, it is better for him that a millstone were hanged about his neck, and he were cast into the sea.  ~Mark 9:42