BECAUSE EVERY DAY CAN'T BE THE WOG'S DAY, PART II....

Sometimes it's Father's Day!

BECAUSE EVERY DAY CAN'T BE THE WOG'S DAY....

Sometimes it's Mother's Day!

We went for our usual Mother's Day Brunch in NJ where The Wog had a chance to catch up with her Minnie, Aunt, Great-Aunt, and cousins.

Here's Peter, all loaded up and ready to go:


The Wog and John are very fond of each other:


Finding Aunt Mary Beth is like finding E.T. among all the stuffed animals:


Grammy, Minnie and the grandkids (one of whom was particularly squirmy that day; can you guess who?):


Sweet Holly:


Heading home to nap:

STILL LIFE WITH WOG

We were gone for one week and returned home to peonies in sudden bloom. In late June!

A fun perk of buying a new home in the middle of our New Hampshire winter has been discovering all the buried treasures come springtime.

THE BIG RED DOG AND THE LITTLE BITTY WOG

While we were in NJ for Mother's Day (pictures to follow soon), The Wog met Clifford the Big Red Dog. She is fearless of furries, as evidenced by her recent meetings with the Easter Bunny and a giant duck (pictures also to follow.) She loves dogs. So a big red dog? Total delight!

Here she is, with her Minnie, trying to get some face-time with Clifford. Alas, he had other engagements.

THE WOG STRIKES BACK

The Wog has been up to lots and lots since we last wrote. (My computer and Blogger were not cooperating with each other, but the problem has since been fixed.)

More is coming soon, but because we've been gone so long, here's a small dose of cuteness to hold readers over:

RETURN OF THE WOG

WOGCYCLING