It started out with me going out front because Mom wanted to get a picture of me next to her dying hostas. She sure does kill a lot of plants. Or maybe she doesn’t kill them, something else does, and she just doesn’t notice until it’s too late. I’m just glad she’s better with dogs than she is with plants. Can I get an amen on that? Or maybe just a head nod?
What I didn’t know is that I was walking into the bowels of hell. It was so hot I coulda fried an egg on the sidewalk. That is, if I had an egg. Uh, hey Mom, can I please have an egg? Is it suppertime yet?
Wiggles and wags, Lucy