And To Think It Was Only a Short While Ago...

 

The sun was warm, a cold beer for each

the grass was green but just out of reach

The shorts were short, the feet were bare

Farewell, to thee, oh weather fair

(Speaking of fair, I had nothing to do with this one.  Say it with me, y'all: don't quit your day job, dad)

Brrrrrrrrr- Here We Go Again

 Let me think, how many times have I said this now since I've been with mom and dad?  The colder weather's setting in, and mom and dad each have their own bitchin' about it as if on cue.  Mom's always cold no matter what season we're in, and dad's dusted off the red cardigan. 

To me, it just means snuggling up closer, warmer, tighter and of course, more adorable than ever.  As many of y'all already know yourselves, laps are the best, but the well worn fleece makes it all the better. 

Big Thanks and Outdoor Freedom

First off, dad says a big Thank You to all y'all for your birthday wishes.  Betcha can't tell from this load of loot what flicks his ticker.

The only thing not in the picture is his new umm, delicates, let's say.  You can't see the detail, but the t-shirt says "60 Today", and dad wore it proudly all day, including going out for a birthday breakfast.  Dad's favorite things in life are:

1)  Beer

2)  Food

3)  Coffee

4)  Mom

5)  Me

     and not necessarily in that order, but I live with the guy, so . . .

And of course, what's a birthday without the giftwrap aftermath (there's another "say that three times fast" for you.  Go on, try it).  Dad may have gotten the gifts, but I get to revel in the refuse.

    Going outside is a treat, but mom gets pretty stressed because I've had a tendency to wander, which is a no-no.  Dad's had these pieces of lattice he grabbed from freecycle.org a while ago just lying around in the basement, so he decided to enclose the front steps so mom doesn't have to worry about me taking off and I can enjoy the fresh air and sun puddles at my leisure. 

I'd already mastered the magnetic screen thingy, so mom can leave the door open and I can come and go to my heart's content.   

Mom and dad rarely use that entrance, and we have two other ways in & out of the house.  And yes, that's that little Norfolk Pine that was our Christmas tree last year.  At the rate it's thriving it looks like it'll be getting decorated again this year.