About people who cheat, they sort of mosey around as if they are invisible. I am reminded of my lovable orange tabby, Brunswick, who had a long tale,and would hide under the bed with that long tale sticking out.
Really lovely.
Now I am wondering what I would choose - pasta or potato salad. Nope, can't do it.
We are getting unseasonal rainstorms. At least it's not snow. I love snow, but I know that really cold weather in Florida will kill sea life and birds. A few years back we had an extended period of freezing weather and the water was full of dead fish.
Mixing animals in a household nearly always brings adjustment problems. An exception was my super kitty, the late Brunswick. He loved every animal that came into the house and would peek out from behind the furniture, wanting to figure out if the newcomer would play with him.
I envy you your ability to work outside. I pass our urns, full of weeds and know if they are to be tended to, I have to hire it done, or do it myself. Any work requiring bending and I'm toast. Instant nausea. I was actually thinking of clearing out the urns and filling them with artificial flowers (which Ed does not want). Naybe if I do it, he won't notice?
Never mind miss Marple, this is a Cabot Cove situation. Calling Angela Lansbury to step in. Aha!
How cool. Sex in the woods. Sort of. Moral: don't sneak around while eating cookies.
Thinking of Satchel in Kitty Heaven, hope he is meowing it up with Hobbes.
That sounds awful. Do these residents have any chance of stopping this? Surely a plan that will not have such a negative impact could be found?
I feel your joy.
Knowing what you know -- aye, there's the rub. It's lovely to have humming birds. Great pix, as usual.
Lovely story, and, unfortunately, a fairy-tale ending.
I think we would all do some things differently, but I would marry him. He saved my life in so many ways.
I love the internet because it is able to solve so many problems. I watched several different videos on how to fold a fitted sheet. But I couldn't do it. I roll the sheet into a ball. Sue me. I refer to our area as the boonies, but yours has us beat.
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