The Twenty Eighth of July, Two Thousand and Eleven

the commissioner makes a speech at my place of dough

a fancy and very noir shot of a refrigerator

and also a random camera I found in my in-law's basement

and the artsy shot...

I wanted to include a shot of Schmoo’s new haircut, which is way cooler that all of these pics, but Monika’s phone would not cooperate, and she was asleep.

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