Allergies happened. I was traumatized. Freaky people with the emotional equivalent of spastic colon detonated in my general vicinity. I was traumatized. Weirdos with bizarre tics ticked bizarrely at Dave. He was traumatized.
So, this past weekend we took it upon ourselves to arrange some fun times - a real palate cleanser for the besmirched soul, if you will. We took in the Canada Day fireworks in our town. They were lovely. We went to see a movie (Super 8, which was adequate but ultimately disappointing, but hey, we got to see a movie.)
All that was fine, but it wasn't as good as what we did on Sunday: donkeys.
Oh my gosh donkeys.
|This is Cocoa. Cocoa!|
|Rosie wants to gently nudge your arm.|
|Sable is waiting for more brushing.|