...the toes?
The gray skies finally cleared up mid-afternoon and Kitty Daddy brought home some bubble solution for Bean after work. She managed to sit still through dinner, but didn't have the patience to wait for shoes. Since it has been raining for several days, the grass was more than a little squishy.
A big shout-out to my baby brother who is celebrating 30 years on planet Earth. I'm not quite sure how to explain that my baby brother is three times older than my dad...but, hey Studmuffin, this one's for you:
Hippo Birdies Two Ewe
Hippo Birdies Two Ewe
Hippo Birdies Deer Ewe
Hippo Birdies Two Ewe!
2 comments:
Man, oh, man, there's nothing quite like the feel of mud squishing between one's toes... We should never quit doing that sort of thing just because we're "grown-up."
Heh, I still walk around barefoot in the wet grass and the lovely mud! (Grandchildren think it's very funny)(but cool).
Happy Birthday to baby Bro AND your Dad!
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