Here it means I get to boot the heathens out so they stop romping through the house like maniacs. Whoo, there was way too much energy to burn, let me tell you. They've been cooped up in here or at the shop for days - my yard simply won't dry out right now, and there's a good six inches of muddy slop under the deck, thanks to Piper-I-Dig-Holes-And-Smile.
Riley is like, "Go away, annoying puppy."
Caleb doesn't, and thus gets a fluffy-butt kicking.
So, then him and Simon go tearing around the yard -- it's like the Tron motorbikes. Complete with horrible collision and subsequent rolling in the mud. ;)
Yeah, come on out of there...
This rar-face-I'm-tough shot looks totally impressive unless you were there to shoot it. There's no one even around or paying attention to his RAR face as he explodes from the bushes. He was rather disappointed about it and then ran off to find his Wubba, doofus.
And... we wind down and wait on the deck to go in. Amazing how quiet the house is now, hahah.
Went to the Post Office too and sent out my Cardi Claus package yesterday! Hahha, aw, that was fun to put together! :D