This would be much more my style, except on weekends it seems to be overrun with little kiddlettes. I'm guessing all the divorced dad's get their DNA for the weekend and park them here while they admire the stunning 'birds' lounging around, showing off their attractive plumage.
Before it gets too much hotter K and I are making a run to the farmer's market for some cantaloupe, watermelon, corn, and whatever else looks good. Probably have a bite to eat out, too. I'm also going to Lowe's for some wood filler, as my dog Luke all of a sudden seems to think he's part beaver:
This particular window sits right on the floor, perfect for him to sit and see the world outside. Apparently he was too lazy to get up and walk to his dog bowl, and this was the result.
That's all for now. I've got to burn up the roads and get back before the concrete melts. Stay cool everyone.
S
