Outside is the right side

It was yet another glorious day in East Tennessee. The hub took two children and went to line the soccer fields this morning. Since Pythagoras and I are not the greatest of pals, I chose to take S to get a new pair of "character heels" for her dance recital performance. Not sure why they call them that, but she did look like quite the character trying to walk in them...something akin to a tightrope walker in a full force gale. She'll get used to them I hope. Anything is better than her mother. I'd trip on a painted crack in the floor.

"Aunt Julie" came to work with our crazy canine this afternoon. She took a good look at the backyard and tried to figure out how to prevent another dog escape/home invasion incident. Still trying to work out that problem. That dog is a good egg, but she's crazy. We decided to finish the wearing out process by going to the dog park. We were prepared to go in and meet lots of dogs on this fine day until we heard a bad noise. Apparently the hounds of hell had descended upon the park and had decided to get in a fight after a chihuahua started it. Owners were screaming and sticking their hands in the middle of the melee, cursing their dogs and the other owners. That is when we did our best about face and walked away. The dog got to walk and watch a soccer tournament instead.

A good day was had by all. We are tired and yucky, but satisfied and ready to relax. I bought a little sign today that perfectly describes days like this:



Have a lovely evening, everybody.
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