More blatant stealing from Kymm (the title).

Not a word, not a sausage about the web cam yet! Well, the wait is over. Here, in bad, quickcam bitmaps or jpegs or whatever they are, Friday's surprise.

I was at the Mac (on the desk on the opposite wall) and not paying attention to what RDC was doing until he said "C'mere and look at this."	Now, how does this work? Can I type? Can I do it? Can I, can I--pleeeaze?	Can I completely take over and usurp the Dell laptop that I otherwise scorn?

I was grateful, though.

I confess, these aren't in chronological order. The kiss comes first--notice RDC's still at the laptop. I--go on and laugh--went and got earrings for the marathon photo shoot that would follow, so when I grabbed the desk, there's glint of silver dangling from my ear. What do you want me to do, comb my hair?

One of the first discoveries was that Blake doesn't like the Quick Cam. Birds. Feh. Just because it's this new, black sphere that follows a simple bird around except when it sits harmlessly (but scarily!) on its little pedestal, he's afraid of it? How can he even stand to be such a coward? I am the meanest of all possible mommies, too. He had become fairly accustomed to the camera's spot on my desk, but when that hideous thing invades his territory--that beak is open to attack. It looks like he's laughing, n'est-ce pas? He's not.

Well, two members of our flock found the new toy pretty nifty. Guess which two.