Fun, fun, fun.
I'm having such fun with the thread, I've started another one in purple and off-white. A girl needs to change things up once and a while.
Fletch and I went for a very chilly walk in the park and woods this morning...on one side it was civilized and city-fied...
...and on the other it was rustic and country-fied...
I had two sweaters on, a coat, a hood, a thick headband for my ears, leather gloves, and I was still cold. Poor little Fletch must have been freezing his...uh, ur, toes off, but he didn't seem to notice. The Captain was somewhere detecting for metal goodies. Speaking on which, I didn't tell you what he found the other day, did I?
Okay, it was crap.
But still, it was fun.
We've still yet to determine the age of that quarter up top, but it's definitely a quarter because you can see the outline of George's head, unmistakably. This morning we dug and dug at the persistent ring of the metal detector. What did we find, you ask? It was a Matchbox car six inches deep! Again, useless but fun. The anticipation is the fun part. We'll keep trying.
I'm gonna go rustle-up something for a late lunch.
Y'all come back now.