I Digress

Never alone:
Cowboy is at the races, I am bar b queing chicken thighs. They are charred, but I don't mind. As I write this I am in the porch and there is a down pour. It's been doing this all day, but not to this extent. Lovely. I may have to sleep here tonight. Good thing there is a blanket. Minutes ago, I had dinner with the rabbit. A very small, skinny rabbit. It was reminiscent of Watership Down. I ate my bar-b-que chicken thigh, mixed greens and cuscous... It taste like chicken. Rabbit ate leaves from a downed branch. He sat aside me until I went to get the camera and he bolted. The noive. Anyway, I am enjoying the solitude in Cowboy's newfound office. Except, I have to pee. Which means a run in the rain and back. Dang. Design flaw in the porch...no port a poddi.

Most of the fam was home.
This by the way is one of the biggest thrills to a parent. Not only did the kids and their kid come home, but one of the husbands even came. Yay!
Well, some memorable moments were GG's verbiage; "Where you gonin Papa?" one of my favorites. It will go down in the anals of Hanson history along side Jada's "apane at the oport" and all the girls' "skirton".