This afternoon, while I was minding my own business, half laying in the sun – which is very appropriate for a SUNday afternoon – this is the conversation going on around me: (Mom= pink, Dad=blue, Me=whatever this color is.
Lucy has dog hair on her.
Of course she does, she’s a dog.
No, I mean it isn’t her hair.
Then whose hair is it?
It’s Riley’s. This place is a dog hair pit.
Mom, what are you doing?
I took a picture of you in front of the chair whose leg you chewed the third week you lived here…and we still kept you.
Let me see that picture. Oh no, it makes my butt look big. Don’t let Riley see it.
The things I put up with.
Love and wiggles, Lucy