The People My Parents Let into the House!!

Who is this hobo???

Yeah, that's what I asked too, but he's really not that bad. Uncle Screech Owl rolled through with some friends on a road trip; they stayed for a few hours. He said I was a 15 out of 29 on the cuteness scale. So I told him a year with Giorgio Armani couldn't get him a 15 on the well-dressed scale. After our exchange of witticisms, he did want to hold me a lot, though.

Here I'm leading Dad in a little strength training. Grandma says he's too skinny, so I'm taking matters into my own hands. You think anybody calls me skinny when I'm shredding out of my tiny happy turtle onesie? Forgettaboutit!!!

After a long day of visiting and exercise, we took a much-needed nap.