Reaping it in piece by piece, all year long.
After I took that ugly guy’s picture,
my camera was never the same.
My inheritance from Great Grandpa.
Surplus from Santa’s workshop.
If I had the rest of it, I’d be riding it!
Hey, Winnie the Pooh’s got to get mail as well.
Last winter’s bad wreck.
This is what happens when your Dad is a plumber.