Good morning, and not bad. Shannon was still furious, last I checked, but maybe she’ll come out if I go pull some weeds. She likes to supervise.
Sorry about your weather! I’m getting my hair cut this morning.
Shannon was probably still in shock that someone would actually dare to come on her property. I mean, the NERVE!
I’m glad she’s OK. So the fur loss was the interloper’s?
My hair is long enough to where I can pull it back again. Out of my eyes and off my cheeks! It’s either cut short with layers or a little longer and pulled back. Since I’m not driving, I have to work with what I’ve got.