FileGirl: Mom & Dad's refrigerator.
FileGirl: This is my favorite.
FileGirl: Inside mom & dad's pantry door.
FileGirl: I won.
FileGirl: God is lightly sprinkling sifted flour all over us today.
FileGirl: The next morning...and outside those windows.
FileGirl: Yesterday's finely-sifted flour did turn into damp powdered sugar.
FileGirl: Wet Sugar. (Sound like a stripper-name)?
FileGirl: Knuckleheads
FileGirl: Front Yard. Warm House.
FileGirl: Purple Reign
FileGirl: Your names are written on my heart. ;-)
FileGirl: Brenda's little girl ready to cheer on her dad.
FileGirl: Day at the races.
FileGirl: I loved her shoes.
FileGirl: What else did I love? Can't remember...
FileGirl: Some of KU's Cycling Team warming up. (Though I wasn't rooting for them that day). ;)
FileGirl: I'm just sittin here watching the wheels go round and round.
FileGirl: We sat in front of them.
FileGirl: Jud's first (10-mile) loop. They did 30 miles that race.
FileGirl: Cling Clones.
FileGirl: "If you are offended by sexually explicit material, please... DO NOT ENTER."
FileGirl: Hit me.
FileGirl: No clue what we were doing.
FileGirl: Am I the only one that looks at this and thinks Schotz Brewery and the Laverne & Shirley theme song?
FileGirl: "We're gonna do it... ah... Give us any chance we'll take it."
FileGirl: ("Doin' it our way").
FileGirl: Oak wine barrels downstairs.
FileGirl: Um, their bunghole's are bleeding...
FileGirl: These dusty bottles were sitting in a corner.