My Chitlins

Obviously I've been a smidge on the lazy side in keeping my blogging slogging. But when things get slow, and you're too lethargic to prance around your brain catching the theological butterflies to put in print, you resort to the last trick in the bag - pictures of your kids.

Here's a nude Maddy and a naked Sameer (using the word "naked" in reference to a girl seems less dignified, for some reason). Fortunately their naughty bits are largely hidden, but as you can see, one can't hide Sam's enormous pectorals. Unfortunately he's in desperate need of a haircut - a mullet is crouching at the door, and its desire is for Sam, but he must master it!

You may have read a previous post mentioning my son Raj and the colorful palatte of odours which reside in the underside of his chin. He's probably the jolliest of us all, largely because his every whim is constantly attended by his servile parents (mostly his mother). Notice the huge cranium. That's mine. Notice the receding hairline - not mine. We suspect it may belong to Bruce Willis, but we can't quite figure out the mechanics of how that could be possible.

That concludes the obligatory, "Don't stop checking this page" entry - hopefully some book reviews will be coming soon!