Good morning, ladies! I’ve made it to my present age with no broken noses. Just good fortune, I suppose, although I expect having a Great Dane is a risk factor for many injuries ....
Raining here. Bill and Tom are getting a late start over to church to help with the annual cleanup. DP left before 7:00 to go sailing; maybe it’s not dead calm up at the lake.
Late yesterday, lensCrafters called to tell me my glasses were ready. Now all I have to do is find a ride over there...
My stomach has the yipees, fershure! I’ll be able to SEE! YAY!!!!
I’m glad your nose is OK. Mostly, the Great Danes suffered from excessive happiness. They’d hop around w/these crazy grins on their faces, and land on my feet (feet were always black and blue.)
Now for a glorious day of vacuuming the car and cleaning the garage. (Not kidding—we’re really lucky to have car, garage, cats, dog, each other—YAY!)
P.S. Did the sailboat ever tip over? How do you get them upright again?