a day at the park...

a dog day afternoon

We took advantage of the freshly shorn lawn and spotless grounds (I spent 4 hours picking up our neighbors leaves...I wish there was a return policy for that kind of stuff...) and laid out a blanket to watch mommy make silly faces and Oskar get excited about the dogs playing.

B even put off thinking about moving to Wisconsin long enough to possibly reconsider 'slugging it out at F Street' and suggesting we put a 'little pool' where our garage currently resides.

She's full of ideas, that girl.
Who needs to go to the park...our backyard was perfect this beautiful April day.

A quick did-you-know.....apparently if you stab yourself repeatedly in the hand with rose thorns while picking up leaves your hand will cease to function on any kind of necessary level.