Pet Peeve...
“Drownded.” The past tense of drown is drowned. You’re grownups. Figure it out.
With a three-day weekend, my wife Abby and I are concentrating on rest and relaxation, but also are not neglecting our responsibilities.
I’ve taken Hawken the Irish Wolfhound puppy for extra-long walks, and I bathed the Chihuahuas this morning.
I’m thinking I might cook out tonight, but I might try to mow a bit. On the other hand, the forecast calls for a cooler, breezy day tomorrow, so I might spend more time outside then.
In any case, House Barron is at peace.
*I* think they look like shampoo commercial models.
“…they look like drowned rats when they’re wet.”
To be fair, they look like rats when dry too. But so did our ancestors, so I don’t mean anything hurtful by it.
Glad you had a peaceful weekend.
Also, this is my current favorite photo of Abby and Hawken together. I think they both look beautiful.
Wil, I often collectively refer to the Chihuahuas as “the rodents.”