Polly’s birthday was almost two weeks ago, but she couldn’t get down to Tucson until this weekend. Donna and Polly went shooting Saturday morning and afternoon; in the evening we had friends over for dinner and an impromptu party.
Damn, Wog, forget your sun block?
Mary Anne brought two cakes (sorry, Schatzi, no chocolate for you).
Polly with her elderly well-wishers.
When Polly tried this dress on, I said “Lemme take a photo of you in that and help you find a husband.” “Okay,” she said, “as long as you don’t post it on your blog where all those internet pervs’ll see it.”
“Uh-oh,” I thought, “she’s really going to hate it when I put this photo up.”