wilma ate part of the "holy bible" today. the other part she shredded throughout the house. i think it's definite proof that all dogs do not go to heaven. i'm not even quite sure where she found it. i'm afraid to throw it out though. our next door neighbor is a minister...what if part of it escapes from the trash can on the curb and ends up in his yard. we're already the tattooed freaks next door. i 've been known to wear only a pair of panties and a t-shirt when i walk the dog...and husband's answer to a smile and a wave is usually a disturbing look of confusion. we don't need anymore assumptions.

ooh...almost forgot...shooting a new set. very excited