A portrait of my family once a week, most weeks, in 2015

Willy: Stepped in dog poop. It wasn’t Jimmie’s.

Hooper: Killed a moth, by accident, then sadly said, “I’m gonna put him here on the rock so he can grow back”.

Van: Learned how to use a pencil sharpener and referred to his pencil as “getting a haircut”. Speaking of haircuts, he needs one.

Me: Gosh it’s hard to write about yourself without saying how much you have to do or how tired you are. Who’s with me? My heart is happy, my desk is messy. How’s that?

Jimmie: Has the fastest tongue in the west, no doubt. Also is able to lick his butt. You do the math.