In our skip-hopping weather, we finally returned to a long awaited spring. Cool air, bright sun and delightful temperatures taunted us until we couldn't help but make a run to the river for the weekend. So Hubby, Indy, and I packed up and headed out.
Bogey (through no choice of his own) stayed home to mind the house. Sort of.
The curtains sport a new rip. Kitty litter is tossed outside the box with abandon. He's somehow learned to will his hair to drop off and form fluffy fur clouds everywhere. They skitter and float away from the dust mop like living things. He's been busy making certain I know exactly how deep he resides in the dungeon of doom.
Yep. It seem that paybacks aren't going to come cheap.
