A smattering of images from the weekend, during which there was not near enough slouching around, though these pix seem to tell another story.

Finny always finds the best seat in the house.

How much money does C*ca-C*la have that they can make all new bottles for a seasonal campaign? And what brave new world is this that I bought this because I simply had to blog it? Ha. (Now who's going to drink it?)

Menu at Super Taqueria where the platillos are indeed muy delicioso. And this time I had horchata, mmmm.

Marketing hysteria. Found in the travel section of the local big box store. On principle of my love for civil liberties I refuse to employ these symbols of our national disgrace. Maybe I'll use them for dog poop or something equally fitting.
A walk in the tall grass. Man, that felt good. (I'm mighty pigeon-toed here.)