Bench Monday: Socks and Stumps


Set camera timer.  Wriggle out of boots.  Climb up on wobbly stump.  Snap.  Hop down.  Try again.

Would be much easier if Moe wasn't barking at me.  "Throw the frisbee-thing!  Throw the frisbee-thing!" 

Such is life today.  A bit inefficient, a bit incessant, but how can I complain when I've got glittery, striped socks?