Hoocher is in city residence, having taken his leisure from the Outpost while The Chairman and VP are away, avoiding their responsibilities to family, pet and blogsite alike. Nana and Bupa are hosting The Governor and The Senator for now, but we will have our custodial turn in a few days. The VP had it right, when he exclaimed during a goodbye wave, “Let the spoiling begin!” (There’s this little dairy store that scoops up the most incredible coconut-almond ice cream. I save—and savor—visits there when I can take The Senator for a double-scoop of cotton-candy ice cream as justification for my own indulgence. Maybe The Governor will be old enough to join us this time. I’ll try to include the cousins, too, if I can get a low-rate home-equity loan. As you can guess, “little dairy store” means not only gold-medal, small-batch ice cream but also gold-standard prices.)
Tomorrow, Hoocher gets company! (Sounds like a kids’ book, doesn’t it?) Uncle B’s hyper Sheltie, Rusty, will be here. Hoocher will take Rusty in stride, but if Rusty’s off-stride, we have plans to keep them separated.
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Posted by: wayspeca15 at June 1, 2005 08:57 PMThe last thing I would think of doing is charging The Governor's batteries with sugar and butterfat.
Posted by: aelfheld at June 1, 2005 09:09 PMToday I mentioned the traditional trip to the ice cream store to the Senator. He immediately wanted to know how many days before he goes to Grandma and Grandpa's house. That makes us No. 2 on the favored grandparent list. We slipped even further when the evening ice cream snack could not produce sprinkles.
Posted by: Nana at June 1, 2005 11:42 PM