I was late leaving for work this morning, otherwise I would have missed the festivities. Henry, Polly, and Harriet all hurtled themselves at the patio door at the same time. Aieee! I went to see what the uproar was about, and was greeted with this sight. Well, almost this sight. I’ll spare you the first couple of photos, which were of the doe squatting to pee.
And now, I’m off to see if there is anything not-Michael Jackson-related on the teevee. After, that is, I see if there is anything mushy to eat. I had no idea it was possible to get sick of mashed potatoes, mac n’ cheese, and tomato soup. Who knew?! Friday’s dental appointment from hell cannot come quickly enough.
red paper boat 