Is it Heaven? No, it’s pretty, but there aren’t cookies, so it can’t be Babo-Heaven.
The Babos had to check out my new succulent. It is actually a member of the Kalanchoe family…and it is called a Flapjack. Yes!
mSB regrets not being around during WWII. all those pretty girls!
note: not sure why the pic posted so tiny. click twice for maximum embiggement
The Babos went out for a walk with me. We were astounded to find these huge fungi sprouting from some tree trunks which had been cut down last year.
Sailor Babo of Baltimore (SBoB) took advantage of the nice weekend weather and explored the annual Mt. Vernon festival known as Flowermart. He didn’t have any interest in the flowers but managed to find some other fun.
He liked the display of antique cars. “These are funny-looking boats!”
This one was his favorite.
“Who’s that handsome devil?”
“Lotsa junk in the trunk!”
“Cheese it, the fuzz!”
After that he wanted to get a snack. “Strudel? What dat?”
“Oh, I guess it’s like a soft, puffy filled cookie.”
He didn’t get any strudel but he did enjoy a lemon stick at the library. “Eh, it’s not a cookie but I’ll take it…sure is refreshing!”
“It’s too nice to stay inside…let’s go back out!”
And that concludes the latest SBoB adventure.
Sailor Babo went to Mexico for the weekend. He went with AmyH and BSG to Puerto Penasco, known to Arizonans as Rocky Point. It’s about a 4 hour drive from Phoenix so it makes for a cheap and convenient beach weekend.
Sailor Babo had a great time two years ago and had fun tagging along again.
He had a good time learning about and tasting tequila.
Then he checked out the statue of a fisherman riding a giant shrimp.
He then enjoyed some shrimp tacos and needed to wash them down with something. So he went to Manny’s Beach Club where AmyH and BSG spent many hours during their younger days. They didn’t think they ever hit on each other but they were a little surprised at what the place looks like in the daylight.
He wanted to get his passport stamped but no one on the Mexico side ever checked their papers.
A few years ago, Sailor Babo was modeling some American Girl(TM) doll clothes that MomH has been making. He saw the sparkles and needed to try this on. After all, doesn’t everyone want to feel pretty?
He’s ready to dance with Prince Babo!
(I copied this direct from my Shutterfly account, not sure how to make it bigger.)
Sailor Babo received a sweater in the mail today. It came from Scott! It was quite a nice sweater with red and white stripes and a big blue anchor knitted on the front. It would’ve been perfect except it was way too big for Sailor Babo. He gave it to regular-sized Babo, but it was way too small for him. Then Cymbal Monkey showed up on the scene and asked to try on the sweater. Cymbal Monkey took off his fancy, velvet vest and put down his cymbals. He tried on the sweater:
It didn’t fit. Cymbal Monkey got it over his head, but he couldn’t get his arms into the sleeves. Just as Cymbal Monkey was about to throw some poo all over the place in frustration, Sailor Babo noticed the fancy, velvet vest sitting on the settee. He asked to try it on.
Cymbal Monkey’s outfit was a perfect fit! Sailor Babo checked himself in the mirror and realized he looked just like the princes from the ballets Homey talks about. Inspiration struck! Sailor Babo bounded forth and spun around on his toes. Dance!
Now if only there was a second Babo with a tutu!