First off, Happy St. Patrick's Day to all. A little while ago I woke from a bad dream. Dad dyed my fur green, then couldn't get it back to my natural sleek ebony sheen.
They just sat there, green paint smeared all over their bodies (I think dad was actually naked, not sure/don't want to know) pointing at me and laughing and blowing these stupid noisemakers in my face.
Thankfully it was only a dream. Anyway, mom and dad are hitting the road in a few weeks. They're going up primarily to meet dad's first granddaughter, and they're planning on making a few other stops along the way.
Aside from some family members, a select few friends, and a couple of favorite haunts they haven't missed much since we moved down here about two and a half years ago. I'd mention how relieved they were to escape Massachusetts drivers, but it seems those who maneuver the roads down here, and specifically, it seems, in Wilmington, learned their skills from said New Englanders.
I'm hoping their trip will give me a rich source for further posts, as my post topic well seems to have run dry these past few months.