While certainly not the street drug, the "crack" could be the beginning of something new, the split of my pants, or the demise of my angst-ridden mind. Which one am I serving up today? Read on. Feel free to comment, argue, dismiss, or inform. I welcome it all.
Sunday Funday . . .
Don't you hate when a perfectly-good group photos is ruined by dog butts, distracted Grandparents, and kids not looking at the camera?