The cinnamon rolls that ate Absarokee

It has been awhile since I posted anything. There have been some family things going on and I just haven't had the time. I have been at my dad's since Saturday and came back to Forsyth to catch up on some work that I couldn't handle from 160 miles away. While I was with my dad I did quite a lot of cooking. Some things turned out better than others. This is one of the things that didn't.

I guess the recommended "rise" time isn't just a suggestion after all. Anyway, these are cinnamon rolls and apparently they were edible--at least no one had to call 911 (this time). I sent this picture to my office and they got a good chuckle out of it. I told them I was going to open up a cinnamon roll stand outside of my dad's house in Absarokee. They told me not to quit my day job.

My brother's dog and I have had quite a few adventures lately. Here she is after a walk at Butcher Creek. You can't tell from the picture, but she's very wet; but only from the back down. She's a wader, not a swimmer.

Quite a view, eh? This was taken on Butcher Creek. I'm not sure what the shrubbery is, but it might be a noxious weed of some sort. I need to take my weed i.d. book with me next time I go out there.

This is a picture of our "mama" cat. She is the only one of our six that go outside. She was outside partying all night and came in to catch up on her rest. As you can tell, she wasn't too thrilled when I woke her up to take this picture.