Here we are..me and the Pot Roast. Who is that you may well ask? That is Katie who after kindly jumping up to greet the son who came from over the mountains to be best man to his brother at that brother's wedding, declared Katie to have no bones. He had been petting her for some time after she had jumped up to greet him good morning last Sunday. So when he called out to me that she didn't have a bone in her body, I asked if he was saying she was f-a-t? He said no, that she was like a little pot roast or a brisket. I know Katie was mortified to be likened to such a thing.
Thank you so much for the birthday greetings to my oldest. I know that I always get sentimental on their birthdays and on Mother's day. Even Father's Day since I had to do both (It was an honor and a privilege). Thank you for not running away at top speed when it happens each year. :-)
I made a birthday cake, a Funfetti one with color sprinkles in and on it, for his birthday. The icing is laid on thickly like asphalt on a roadway! YUM!
A lovely day. We have finally managed to get past three days with NO rain! That is a murkle! A murkle means miracle. It sure is as we can't stop getting driving rains. Sure beats the tornadoes that will be coming right here where I live--- to Dixie Alley.
All for this Saturday. Have a great weekend. We sure intend to. xxoo
The fence at the back of my yard. The property runs to the city limit line. One of the many many MANY deer who jump the fence, come in and eat the crop up whatever the raccoons don't get to first.