Outnumbered

I have been told by my insufferable husband that my photo-taking has become a thorn in our computers' side. Apparently, the computer is drowning under the heavy weight of memory overload with no megapixel lifeboat. Or something like that. Did I sound smart...even just for a minute? No? Not even a tad computer savvy? drat.

Anyway~ he took this big black box baby to his work and had something or other upgraded and more memory put on. Well, MAYBE that is what he did. I really don't know for sure. I might as well admit it...Since it is already very apparent that I know not that which I speak.

Therefore, I am left but a moment to poke something on my little bloggy after having a few uneasy days of rest. Seems like not having access to my comouter for so long has got me extra jittery about not having it again.

What is poked are two photos from my first "entertaining". See?? Doing it even before I ought... No accessible house, but the yard surely is-and so it is done. This is how I operate. No need for formal dining, just good friends and family.

I loved all the kids there were in attendance this particular time. All these children were split between my mother, my sister and I. Obviously, we Newman's have some catching up to do...