the damp intellectual

We spent Saturday deciding what to do instead of doing it. So, Saturday afternoon found us lazing around at home, Dave watching Olympic-related stuff online and me soaking my disgusting, festering toes (about which I will not bore you). Jed went for disgusting, festering yuck instead of Olympic glory and decided to "help" me soak my toes:






























He was, understandibly, put out when we decided he'd had enough fun.














After a change of clothes, Jed was back and ready for more entertainment. We thought a nice, stimulating story would do the trick, but he was more interested in my glasses.

I love the dubious look on his face here. I'm sure he's thinking "these really help her see?"