Winnie the Winner

This is little Winifred with her parents and dog, Harlow. Her Dad is my youngest nephew. I’m in Bend with my sis visiting Winnie’s great uncle, Keith, my youngest brother. I couldn’t get the stupid Keurig machine to work while everyone was asleep, so took off for a nearby coffeeshop called Thump for a fine morning cup. Then I looked at myself in my phone and see I didn’t even run a comb through my hair, but that’s okay, since, being a good 40 to 50 years older then everyone else in sight, this morning, I’m invisible anyway.