A quick shot of the Peter Iredale as we sped toward the “exit”. Pretty cool.
So… yesterday, after having a great Saturday I haven’t yet mentioned… loved having you over Maggie. Really nice to see you. It had been awhile. Yesterday… we got up at the butt ass crack of dawn (pardon me) and went clam digging with Stan and Connie. It was a really great day. We really enjoyed ourselves. Thanks guys for driving, for instructing, and for putting up with our sorry excuse for clam digging selves.
I know this isn’t exactly probably very politically correct, but I had to post a shot of how Weston spends much of his time while on walks. He’s a boy dog… boy dogs like to mark. There’s not a log, or tree, or rock he passes without having to leave his mark… so to speak. Even when he has no mark to leave he tries to leave it. It’s kind of funny. He thinks he’s a stud… and, well… he is.
Uh, from the last entry… that would be last Friday afternoon, the 10th. Our anniversary is actually the 9th, but we really couldn’t take it off work as well. Have to save up that time off for trips to England and Chicago and visits with the kids. It’s OK though… we did go out to dinner last Thursday night to celebrate. Had some terrific Vietnamese food at Silk. Nice.
So it’s Wednesday which means I need to get a move on about posting our events, travels, etc. from last weekend. I’m a bit late. Ah well… it’s my blog I suppose so I can post when I get the time. Which happens to be now. So… anywho…. enough mumbling about why I haven’t posted this stuff before now. Let’s get on with it.
This last weekend we went to the beach for our anniversary. It’s sort of become a bit of a tradition (except for last year when our anniversary fell in the middle of the week and we couldn’t really get away). It was Riley’s first trip to the coast, ever, and she loved it. She wasn’t fazed by it at all, even when it rained a ton. Pretty amazing. She’s a cool customer.
This baby was ready for roasting…. and we did. The best comment of the evening… Mary, who hasn’t been able to roast a marshmallow in a year (she lives in England where the marshmallows are apparently sub par), saying to her first nicely roasted specimen, “come to me my beauty”. It was a good moment.