I have to agree as well.
You beat me to it by a minute. Some naughty doggy stuff?
She caught him food faced.
Like a fish salad at a Boy Scout diner that my Dad and my friends father decided we really did not have to eat. The general rule was you ate what was put in front of you.
Me either. A little early in the year for leaf pile gathering never mind jumping.
And pay for a make up meal, this time at a fancy restaurant.
INTERESTING: Hat the heck did he do.
Hurricane Frieda or ???
And the Beer fridge goes in right beside it.
My grandpa’s would not have had to spend hours walking behind a horse and single bottom plough if Marm. had been around