For those interested....I worked 6 hours yesterday. Not exactly a 1/2 day. I only had patients until 11:30 (normal) and then I worked on charts until close to 2pm. I got everything done that I could have at the time. I am seriously thinking of announcing when I get there only a 1/2 day again, but I will chicken out.
So over the years we have engaged in various "hunting enterprises". The first you see is our first Xmas tree that was cut down on a tree farm. It did not involve hiking through the woods, knee deep in snow, frozen fingers and toes. We could clearly see the forest for the trees-they were all lined up quite nicely. Actually, I think this beauty was propped up, already cut just waiting for us. One of the docs in Michigan had his own tree farm. This whopper cost a mere $20 on Christmas Eve. No sense hurrying!
(it's tilted because it is in a scrapbook that way)

This is an example of the catch and release program in Hutto, Tx. You find the hippo, sit on it, take a picture and let it go. It was a very cooperative hippo. I would say even more cooperative than some of the children (adults). Hutto is very proud of their hippos. There is a story to the hippo. I can look back in other pics and share the wall mural that tells it. I have pneumonia for goodness sakes-I am not sacrificing valuable oxygen to type it all out. ha-ha!! OR JUDI COULD ENLIGHTEN EVERYONE THAT DOESN'T KNOW.

AHHHH! Here is a classic golfball hunting picture. Did you see it? I thought I saw it? Where did you see it? I think it is over there, no, over THERE! Is that it? I don't know how far did you hit it? How far did I hit it-are you joking? I hit really far! Are you sure? Rollie would, of course, at this point just step up and hit his own golfball-pretending he doesn't know us....

Happy Friday!!! Hope everyone has a nice weekend.