boredom or imagination

i couldn't decide whether georgia was just bored to death or having her way with imagination, either way i didn't have the heart to tell her that her attempts at riding her pony were futile. every time that poor pony would topple underneath her she would get so upset and i would get so tickled. which didn't help. by the time this little fiasco was over we both were in hysterics. for different reasons though.

on another note, i have something really really fun coming up and can't wait to share. here's a peek...

be back tomorrow for embrace the camera thursday. love from the ham...{which georgia calls is too.}