Daditude

The big old guy likes to say I have cattitude, but he can have his bouts of his own 'tude if I'm honest.  So my bumbling boneheaded co-blogger and I recently put together what I thought was an entertaining post about trips he and mom made recently out to Lake Waccamaw and Green Swamp Preserve, a couple of beautiful places within an hour's drive from us. I made sure he put up some wonderful photos, added captions and I helped him plink out the best words and phrases.  And then he woke up the other morning with a severe case of  I don't like it-tude and immediately deleted the post we'd worked so hard on.  I'm not sure what his problem was that day, but while he was at work I retrieved some of the photos we were going to use and put them here so you can at least enjoy them even if they don't include our original words. The gator is one they saw on the way to Lake Waccamaw, and was floating lazily in a swamp just off the side of the road.  The carnivorous plants, including the fascinating Venus flytraps, are all over the place at Green Swamp, and are absolutely beautiful.  Mr. Pissy Pants will likely give me a load of crap for posting this, but he'll have to get over it.  Enjoy-

Can you spot the gator?

Out in the Neighborhood

These guys have been spotted down the street from us by a small pond over the past few weeks.  Occasionally traffic gets held up when they decide to cross the street, and so far as mom and dad have seen most drivers wait patiently, some with smiles, as they (the birds, not the drivers) waddle their way across. Dad says this area should be named "Land of a Thousand Roundabouts".  These poor creatures have to be extra careful since this is right near one such roundabout, requiring them to make several road crossings in one journey.  Dad bitches about how many roundabouts, no left turns and U turns there are around here.  Seems these days he can find just about anything to bitch about...

Out on the Patio

Our patio is one of my favorite places, even if it doesn't get much sun.  I've been rolling around and lounging out there, with the exception of a few days this past week when dad didn't want mom to let me out because it's been one hundred billion  degrees out.  Mom and dad have a couple chairs and a small table out there, and enjoy the fresh air and cooler nights with me.  Mom makes fun of me and says I'm an old busy body since I like to people-watch (like dad) and check out every little thing that goes on outside.

Ooohh, who's that?!

And what's that?

Oh look, a bug!

The Patio Queen gets some mom love