My apologies to anyone who’s reading in a reader. I had two failed attempts at posting this via my iPhone this morning. I couldn’t get the photo quality to be anything but downright blurry.
There’s no use crying over spilled strawberries, unless a kind stranger offers to help you clean up in the Costco parking.
Bubette was kept in the house with me while Bub and the husband played baseball in the backyard. She made her displeasure known.
On Friday I didn’t bother taking a picture of the water that Bubette spilled three times in the same store because it seemed like times two and three were probably my fault. Would it surprise anyone that she turns two in a matter of weeks?