So here we are thinking, hey, this is a good spot for an outside office... Lets set up and log in... Yeah. Right. Stephen the Blur Minion promptly takes the chalk and writes on the table, sidewalk, table, laptop, table, easel (LOL). See those feet up top? They were painting with real paint over there. How the hell did I miss that little detail, me being an artist and all? Shorty, being a sharp little mischief maker, made a bee line for the activity table and promptly got paint all over himself and me after I tried to stop him (LMAO). Nice spot for blogging, eh? Hmm... We spent more time chasing Stephen than writing (ROTFL). The brainstorming went well and we did manage to download and upload some shots before determining we should just e-mail each other pictures later. The Little Minion one. Ambassadors zero (LOL).

I love Paddy Pizappi. We always have a great time together. While we're throwing away wipes with paint and chalk residue I'm thinking, hey, let me get a shot of you while little dude is playing with another kid at the easel. That moment may have lasted for 30 seconds because the wee one, being a sharp cookie, noticed Mom was cracking out the Nikon, which means Mom isn't gonna be looking at me for a moment and I can escape the adult supervision of four lovely ladies and make it back to the paint table... Damn. The Little Minion two. Ambassadors zero...

We had a lot of lovely historical moments to share. Our first photography session was supposed to be here except Stephen the Blur Minion kept running into the bushes and instead of shooting interesting stonework on historical houses I was chasing him off the lawns of private homes and other inappropriate protected places he thought peek-a-boo and tag would be fun locations to play a running game... No trespassing doesn't mean much when you are three and can't read (LOL). The Little Minion three. Ambassadors zero. ;-)

When the wee one gets involved in a project he really concentrates. I have film to upload but he wont let me. He keeps pushing the home button on my mouse and this is the third time I have tried to write this friggin' post after shorty crashes the browser. The Little Minion four. Ambassadors zero (ROTFL). ;-)

Make that Little Minions five. Ambassadors zero. Dude crashed the computer again (LOL). Are we blogging in our undies? You betcha. In my case a scrub top and short bike spandex (LOL).  ;-)

I may have to go set up today's outside office on Joe's deck. The mist is covering the pond. It's truly lovely in the wee hours of the morning... The deer will be out soon... The only reason I'm not out there right now is the fact that my Godbrother is sleeping and I don't want Stephen to lock me outside the house if I get distracted from talking with you (LOL). Think I'm kidding. Little Dude locked himself in the guest bathroom this morning. Would I be evil if I said Ambassadors one? (ROTFLMAO). I know, I know, BAD Menopausal Blogging Mommy (LMAO). I shall have to write about that later. I feel a mad fun spoof coming on... We all know how easily amused I am. First I have to make it back down the mountain. I have boxing Grannies to compete with... Time to call Susana and start plotting our day. Gotta get my play time in then take two clients out house hunting. ;-)