We interrupt this bleary February morning with a splash of summer.
Who has two thumbs and has had quiet enough of this Ohio winter crap? This chick.
The rotation of snow and mud has all of us looking forward to complaining about how flippin’ humid it is around here in our Midwestern summers.
What’s humid? asks Micron. Bad hair days? I don’t understand a word you’re sayin’.
More than ready and so is MacTavish, my dog!