Watching Oscar run around the yard half naked, trying to catch lil' raisin (our bantam hen), does the heart immeasurable good.
Angus you are delicious. I love to nibble on your neck.
Getting locked out of Grammy's house (the night before the funeral) is not funny. It was pouring outside so we had a "picnic" in the garage on the hood of her car, as we tried to figure out a way in. Maybe one day I will laugh about it...but not today.
It was cousin Kimball's birthday on Friday. We played mini-golf. One of my favorite moments was watching Oscar and his Daddy roll down the mini-hill.
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