My little badasses after swim class. (You didn't hear me snort after I typed "badasses", because "badasses" don't scream when they see tiny dogs.) But they do look the part.
So, uh, yeah. This is pretty bad when the only picture I took today was of the tattoo I got when I was nineteen. Back in the olden days when Calvin & Hobbes was still being published. I forget I even have this most of the time. (I have another one too, but I'll save that for another day.)
Swimming lessons! They're finally getting comfortable in the pool. After half of the lessons are done. Sigh.
