One thing I know that the weekend will hold--a dog claw clipping. I know that Friday I'm supposed to take Callie and a friend costume shopping. I know that weeding the garden is not an option. I know that laundry happens and a lot of eggs will get broken.
But the dog claws come first. All three of them--which means twelve paws and four to five claws per paw--fifty-four claws. Ugh.
The garden is getting pretty dry and no chance of rain in the forecast. I’ll be dragging the hose out tomorrow...or maybe Friday. Meanwhile....
Who ate the broccoli???
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