Once we say “Let’s go!” he lunges from under the table towards the door like a racehorse in the Kentucky Derby.
That’s a daily question at our place. We judge our days by it. As in, what time of day is it when one of us first asks the question.
You cannot possibly sweep enough to keep them at bay.
“You folks don’t have a pet chipmunk, do you?” This seemed like an odd way to meet.
We were looking forward to spending a week there, catching up on work, a few chores, and actually exploring a bit.
“Please don’t destroy the trailer, Xena, Warrior Princess.”