During this long weekend, I am pet-sitting for these two adorable siblings:


That’s Daisy and Taco, my furry grandchildren.
I also managed a trip to Half-Price Books to fill up my Little Free Library. And I did some grocery shopping. I asked my daughter what I could pick up for her, and she gave me a list. Good enough. Except for when I came to this item:
Potatoes.
So, I asked via text.
Me: What kind of potatoes?
Her: Normal.
Me: …
Yeah, your guess is as good as mine.
Me: What is normal? Gold? Potatoes for baking?
A bit of an existential question, that: what is normal? Also, what is normal when it comes to potatoes?
Her: Ya just potatoes
Her: Like raw
Her: That I can cut up and put in soup
Ah. Gold it is, then.
I’ll leave you with that. Hopefully next week (this week?) we’ll return to regularly scheduled blogging.




I have an outline for the first story in the fairy tale series in the bag (along with a cat). Not only that, but I have an inkling of what might happen in the other books, and how I’ll go about accomplishing that.
As everyone knows, the best place to hide from thunderstorms and firecrackers is in the faux fur blanket, as Oscar is demonstrating.
The dogs have decided a good place to spend the summer is on the screened-in porch, watching the kids.
It was one of those weeks where I didn’t get a whole lot done. Between all-day training at work, Girl Scout cookie activities, and gearing up for dance competition season (for my daughter, not me), my regular routine was knocked off kilter a bit.