my grandpa’s memorial tree
and my decapitated legs
my dad had this to say: Hey … that’s sweet …. is that one of Mom’s dresses? It looks like one I think she used to wear. by mom he means HIS mother, i think he forgets that i am his daughter and not his sibling hahaha. well not really, it’s mostly a british thing.
we hung out for an hour in gairloch gardens before heading to the pub for fil’s mom’s bday get together. i forgot my camera, ungh. it was fil’s idea to take pictures, i totally wore him down though. we saw a fat toad. i wore granny panties and ruined a whole bunch of jumping pics with my flippy dress and total boner killer underwears. oh well next time.
ps. kathleen needs a roomie!
