A Day In The Life...

Arr...matey! Here be another chapter in the quest for treasure! Set the mainsails and hoist the jib me hearties! There be fishy crackers on the horizon! Avast! I've got a load of plunder...down under! I mean...I need to be changed please.

Mom! Those pajamas are dry clean only!

One of the things I've learned about cooking. When Great-Grandma Schoenheit is baking, remember the stop, drop, and roll technique.

Oh yeah! Dancin' queen! Shake it to the left...

Shake it to the right!

Shake it to the left again!

Oreo's and Strawberry wafer cookies? Oh, they are gonna be sorry they gave me this much sugar tonight!

...and she's cli-i-imbing the sta-airway...to Papa-t's off-ice.

Here we have an excellent example of Homo frozmibutoff. This rare creature is seldom found outside of its native habitat of the snow covered steppes of Koldazell. They subsist on a diet of green olives and Cheese-its.

Four generations of the Tompkins clan. Papa-T, Mommy, Me and Ice-T.

Introducing, Rufus Figg McDoo...

What's up? I'm Rufus Figg McDoo. Y'all can call me Rufus the Terrible. I am the single most ferocious, vicious, bloodthirsty predator that ever lived. You will all fear me. Especially your socks. Your socks will really fear me.

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Watch me work it!

Yo, welcome to my krib. I did all the decor myself, I got a thing for cardboard. Dig it? Catnip? I don't smell no catnip. What makes you think I got catnip? Heh, heh...cough.

Cabin Fever!!!

Hey everybody. Just catching up on some sleep. It was a tiring trip. We went up to the cabin Grandpa Greg rented and had a weekend in the snow. It was lots of fun! See for yourself...

This is my sled. Pretty stylin' huh? Only problem is that it's blue. I'm a girl. Blue is NOT my color! Duh!

Mush! Mush! FASTER! Ugh, it's impossible to find good help these days!

This was exhausting work! I was pooped!

Hi. I'm cute. I'm really cute. I'm really really cute. Give me a cookie.

This is Cousin Donnie. He's alright, but he smells like cats.

This is the cabin we stayed in. One night Cousin Donnie's breath set off the smoke detector. We all woke up and he blamed it on Vegas. Bad Donnie, bad.

Uncle Jerry, pay attention to the baby with the maraca. Ignore the Catan on the end table, focus on the baby.

Cousin Donnie is lucky the mounties weren't nearby. They would have given him a S.U.I. and taken his snowshoes away. What a dork.

Bananas are num-num!

Vegas Brown.

It looks like someone was eating a giant powdered doughnut and sneezed...a lot.

Ascending from base camp.

6 inches of snow onda Honda.