Today I'm going to Bainbridge Island, to the Point No Point lighthouse to perform a wedding, a very last minute wedding. My buddy on Bainbridge called me on Wednesday to ask if I could do it and in the middle of my clinic day I said, sure, why not. Sheesh. Maybe it'll be nice today. I can bring the dog who's driving me crazy at the moment so I better take him for his walk.
Deb brought him a ball that crackles when he bites it. It sounds like he's chewing leetle bones very loudly. But then there is a segmented snake that has a different squeak in every segment. He plays that like a glockenspiel.
The buk-buks are eating an ear of corn. They LOVE corn. And melon. And sunflower seeds.
I can't believe I wear a bra that I could use as a hat. Or a raincoat. When did my breasts get so big? I think when I was sleeping, gremlins broke in and plumped them up into the 36 DD they are now.
I'm still in denial about them. I mean, will they just get bigger and bigger until they are the size of Buicks? And then what?