Well, we’ve had a mild winter this year, so Daddy and I thought we should fire up the BBQ for a good old fashioned cookout.
Let me tell you, there is not a better excuse to put my chef’s hat an apron on. This is the real thing!
I’m trying to cultivate my tough-guy image, complete with tattoos, but the brownie batter on my nose may be working against me. (It was too yummy to resist!)
What do you think? B-b-b-bad to the bone?
It’s always nice when Atlas comes in to say ‘hi’ in the morning. But I hate that “just rolled out of bed and haven’t taken out my binkys” look.
I’m going to have to have a word with my photographer about popping in so early with the camera.
