i drove to menard’s this afternoon to pick up a milliion more bags of mulch, plus many many many (130, to be exact) bricks to put around some landscaping that i’m going to do down by the lake.
when i drove back to pick up the stuff i went right by the spot where randy and i found Les Paul.
HOW BLEAK IS THAT???
when i left menard’s i drove by the spot again, not even wanting to look, afraid i’d see yet another kitty, but instead there were just two little bunnies chasing each other. mollie would have LOVED to have greeted those bunnies. chomp. chomp.
at the moment Les P. is sleeping peacefully on top of the hot tub cover. he was sleeping on my lap but i have to unload the 130 bricks and 21 bags of mulch out of the van, which is dragging the ground.
when fishing boats crawl by at the shore, Les sits up, ears perked up, and intently watches them as they go by.
guard kitty.
ok then,
mrs. thursday afternoon running out of steam a little hughes.