It's Friday and we are once again preparing for the weekend. French toasties for breakfast. Roasted chicken, carrots and beans for dinner. Long walk this evening.
We have a small, silly, spring surprise for you on the way tomorrow.
There's a reason Lola is covering her face. Mom's telling jokes that are much less funny than Amber's (I mean Amy!) at Army of Four! Amy, please help us stop Mom! We tell her she's not funny, but she's not listening.
"My dog can bark like a congressman, fetch like an aide, beg like a press secretary, and play dead like a receptionist when the phone rings."--Gerald P. Solomon.
Catch some zzzzz's with us. Heidi, Lady of Leisure