Hotter than a pepper sprout

Dogs are funny.

Today, I came home from work the dogs were very excited as usual. Peretz was a little more earnest than usual and calmed down considerably when I let them both out into the backyard. He stayed outside, looking expectantly at the driveway until David came home (30-35 minutes later). Right now Peretz is near me and the tv while Pickles is upstairs doubtless under the covers with David.

Pickles and I walked to Fosters and back. I brought a bag to put my groceries into. I noticed there was a new rule posted up on the registers, something about a charge being rendered if folks want their paperbags with a plastic bag. You can have a plastic bag or a paperbag but not the double bag deal unless you pay. I felt so righteous as I stuffed my good vibrations bag full of corn meal, garlic, parsley, etc and hooked it over my arms.

I came back and made corncake/strawberry muffins which I don't like at all. I also made garlic/parsley spaghetti which I loved very much. It cooked long enough to get a little sticky and crunchy.

3 Dogs on a Rainy Day

Barbeque tonight.
And I'm not talking about the stuff you get at a restaurant, albeit tasty as can be.
But stuff from the grill on the back porch, the stuff you stand close to while you wait to flip it because it's gotten damn cold out.
Barbeque tonight.
The only vacation I have took where the only decision making I am allowed is when and how much and which flavor beer to drink.
The first vacation I have taken as an adult where I wasn't the boss.
Barbeque tonight.
Many many discussions and illuminations and the relationship continues on a path I haven't exactly mapped. I was told the general direction but I find myself trailing along. Broken ankle doesn't help.