Tuesday, October 20, 2009


... what's this a picture of, you ask?

It's a collar. From Clee's shirt. We went from eating the collar to completely ripping it off in one weekend.

That's gotta be some kind of record.







I'm hoping torn off collars will qualify us in sporting the vintage look.



... Then again. Does it really matter at this point?

I'm guessing not.

He still is darling.

Guessing is not required for that statement.

That's a fact.



7 comments:

Homes said...

Now when you go out, just unbutton all but that top button and start saying, "¿Que pasa, esse?"

Oh — not that kind of vintage. Gotcha.

Meg said...

And why didn't I think of that solution? Hmmm. Cause I'm not SUPER-MOM like you are! Nice.

Grandma Gerri said...

That sure is a fact!!! What a handsome young man he is becoming. I like this picture better than the school picture btw.

Betsy said...

Now why couldn't THIS be his school picture, huh? :)

sorry about the shirts...ugh.

Sally Sirmans said...

I think my ex-husband owned this shirt in 1995. Remember when collar-less was hot?

Candace said...

that boy is sooooooooo cute. he needs to visit me...

Tice said...

I'm thinkin' that's one good lookin' boy regardless of shirt. Kiss him for me.