Friday, June 17, 2011

Cookies for Father's Day

These feet are headed west. 

Those toes are going home.

Grads and Dads.

Beer gardens. Live music.

Mountain bikes. 


My Dad is picking as much rhubarb that can fit my car. 

I love my Dad and his green thumb.
I kind of look like my Dad.

Happy Father's Day to you Dad.

I could not be prouder to call you my Dad.

Go make some cookies for your Dad.

I have never met a Dad that will pass up cookies, if they do I think mine will eat their share and then some.

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