This weekend, my son hosted our monthly family gathering at his house.
Any man or woman would be proud to have these four faces as a member of their family. Everyone is smiling except for that baby of mine. He had his eyes on the trout in the fish tank. Yes, you heard me right. Trout in the fish tank.
Mr. Trout is an ornery little fish and is the reason he lives alone in this tank. All other inhabitants are ingested as nourishment.
Tim, Jack, Uncle Steven, Samson and Matt
I’m sure you can tell that I have been in a blogging funk of late. Inspiration has escaped me. Perhaps if I take a few day sabbatical, I can find my mo-jo. Has anyone seen my mo-jo?