So it must have looked odd for N and J to prowl through the rooms with me, poking under sinks, while little G plopped in front of the television which was, surprisingly, in the exact same spot as when her Nonnie lived there.
At lunch, neither N nor G ate much of anything, although both picked at their food. J polished off a serving of sliders, and I had a generous cheeseburger and a huge side caeser.
I should have offered the salad to the girl. It's called a "salad" to imply lightweight roughedge and health, but by the time they smother the poor lettuce in creamy high-fructose hydrogenated dressing you might as well be enjoying a chocolate milkshake.
Back at the house, LuLu was insistant upon an early supper. She was having at my heels, and lunging at me from behine.
At lunch, neither N nor G ate much of anything, although both picked at their food. J polished off a serving of sliders, and I had a generous cheeseburger and a huge side caeser.
I should have offered the salad to the girl. It's called a "salad" to imply lightweight roughedge and health, but by the time they smother the poor lettuce in creamy high-fructose hydrogenated dressing you might as well be enjoying a chocolate milkshake.
Back at the house, LuLu was insistant upon an early supper. She was having at my heels, and lunging at me from behine.
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