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(My) Photo of the day, Or So no one told you life was gonna be this way



Occasionally my life is a little like the television show Friends, only a hell of a lot funnier, and without the annoying laugh track and even more annoying friends. So today, Henry and I accompanied Jenry into town while she did a little shopping for supplies at Spotlight. Henry directed me to a few local landmarks to photograph (some of which I will feature on this very blog), and then we met up and stopped into the local Hudsons Coffee Shop for a sit down and some scripted banter.

In the photograph, you can see that Henry has forgone his usual triple shot macchiato for an apple juice, and Jenry went with the medium hot chocolate sans marshmallows. Predictably, I played it safe with a cappuccino.

[UPDATE: Sorry dear, you've been bumped. The world wanted more Henry.]

Comments

Unknown said…
Cappuccino??? I thought you'd grow up to be more adventurous. Henry looks good, chip off the old Rod block, (Grandpa?)
Dina said…
What a treat. I mean this post.
Well. . . maybe the drinks too.
 gmirage said…
That is so cute a shot!
Henry seems contented with his apple juice.
Dina said…
Oi, not fair! I loved finally meeting smiling Jen.
Kris, I answered your query at my hoopoe post. But meanwhile found photos to go with the names of the ten birds at http://www.teva.org.il/?CategoryID=171&ArticleID=2178os
Too bad it's in Hebrew. If you go down to the bottom box on that page and click where it says 10, you get a beautiful PowerPoint of the birds.
The D in D & T said…
Henry is a bit of a star isnt he? So very cute, and he looks very happy with his juice! :)
Kris McCracken said…
Got to like the cappuccino. I used to be a long black, but volume is important to me now.

Henry does like the apple juice, he doesn't get given a heap (he'a mainly a tap water kind of guy), but when he does, he's usually very good with it (not so much in the sharing department though).

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