Arthur and I just returned from Home Depot with A/C filters; not exactly what we’d gone for, but you know how it is… we took measurements thinking to frame in some of these open doorways but ended up wandering up and down the aisles, looking at every single thing they had for sale…
and wound up nearly buying doors instead of trim…! How the heck does the transition from simple project to major expenditure take place? Thank goodness we can’t afford them right now, or it would have happened, trust me.

So… we come home with the three filters and I let Bree out of her crate. She zoomed around the house, I opened the door and she zoomed into the yard, with me following…. right up to the fence, where my neighbors –of the undie wearing, machete wielding variety– are having a party of sorts right outside my bedroom window. Music is cranked and they are indulging in what smells like primo ganja. If I’d lingered any longer I’d be searching frantically for something to eat, looking for ‘The Wall’ on OnDemand and uttering gems such as ‘duuuuude’.

Good times, people.