A delicate touch…
This is a quickie – I just needed to share this photo taken on Sunday.
I already facebooked it but thought I should hurl it in here too in case you don’t follow me there...
My uncle celebrated his 60th birthday by the river near our house. It was beautiful for many reasons – the heavy rain yesterday had washed the smoke from the sky leaving it FINALLY blue again. My aunt had worked herself into the ground to make the little part of the bush as gorgeous as possible. And lots of friends and family had gathered to simultaneously celebrate and rib my uncle (in that traditional Aussie manner).
As we all took part in a quiz to see who knew the most about this much-loved family member, I saw this sight:
My father trying to write with one of those small pencils (like they have in casinos for Keno). Crazy funny. He didn’t really see what was so ticking us, of course. Actually I don’t think he could see what the heck he was writing either.
Think he might be due for a manicure soon?