Somebody Has a Case of the Mondays ...

Seriously, people. I'm tired, there are only 5 days to go until the wedding, I smell like Lindsay Lohan on a self-tanning bender (don't ask), and my car is still in the shop. So here are some pictures from the weekend, and if you don't like what I have to say, you can write your own {-expletive-} captions, 'mkay? I'll pretend to love every single one of them, pinky swear.

I have NO EARTHLY IDEA what this pose is supposed to be, but I like it, and for some reason I love how the blue pool water is reflecting in her face.

Making Poppy, my grandfather (her great-grandfather) stop and smell the flowers. It was nice to see my grandfather outside getting some fresh air. Does him good.

Kissy kissy! It was actually harder to get my grandfather to pucker up than it was to get Shae to.

I don't know why this picture is cute -- or even IF this picture is cute -- but I like it.

My grandfather has finally found someone he can teach to read a racing form. Lord knows he tried with me, and I am completely hopeless, but Shae will watch horse racing all day long. (She usually roots for the yellow silks, go figure.)