Poochie says relax

It’s a no exercise, grill cheese, on old bread, with Trader Joe’s somewhat clumpy tomato soup coupled with a stye in the eye kind of day. The kids are bickering, Poochie is scratching at the door, Raynes is pointing to something and asking for the 123rd time what something is.  I left this morning in the dark and arrived home shortly before dark.  But…. Raynes finally got a haircut and it’s Wednesday!


Poochie says relax

On tap: a new season has begun… Middle School tennis. Wish us luck!

Happy Hump Day!