When papa came home for lunch, he declared his case of the blahs.
Lane agreed. His restless night caused a grumpy morning for the two of us.
Even Marley showed signs of having a breakdown. Apparently, my washing of the couch blankets caused quite an uproar.
When I found myself getting angry with the dogs, I knew we needed to get out of the house.
I made the executive decision to end papa's work day early, load up Marley and the babe in the car and head to Red Top Mountain.


I think my husband is H.O.T.
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