What do you think, Mulder?

Really.

Granny bomb.

Passed a car the other day that looked like a granny bomb had gone off inside it. Doilies and ribbons over every inch of the interior.

Parking lot treasures.

Kali maaaaaaaaaaaaaa. Kali maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

High fives: a panacea.

It's amazing how much physical pain one will endure for the sake of some high-fivin'.

Also, here's a little sketch I didn't have time to color in. 

The home stretch!

Dad, sorry about the terrible likeness. It was something like one o'clock in the morning when I drew it. Love ya!