I really like calico cats, and never get tired of looking at them.
Cool this morning, again, 69, and the humidity is up a little, so it’s going to be ugly hanging clothes, even though it is indoors. I could take the drying racks outside, but I don’t want to get into the habit, with winter right around the corner.
Every time you talk about Kathleen’s riding lesson, I get a mental whiff of “horse.” And then I get homesick. :o|
I’m giving Jack the rescue dragon a bath while Sally cleans his cage. He hates us.
How does a distinguished, college-educated, older lady end up scrubbing a dragon’s tail with a toothbrush?
Dragonbaby hates me now. I also put tea tree oil on what seem to be mold spots.