It seems all the men in my life are Tauruses (Taurens?) Yesterday was Jules' 3rd birthday. Where does the time go? It seems like only yesterday that we picked Jules up at the airport (international traveler that he is!) and he was a tiny eight pound, eight week old jewel. He had a very nice day full of cards from admirers (both physical cards and e-cards) and good things to eat. And he went swimming and got to drape rope-y dog spit all over his nose (reference above picture). He's such a good dog and a good friend.
In addition to the ongoing computer dilemmas, (which have made blogging difficult if not down right impossible) we've been digging things up:
Here is a fossil bottle of Mountain Dew that Bob unearthed down near his studio. The former resident of the BauHaus Chicken Coop was a mighty consumer of this particular beverage. I can't tell you how many cans and bottles of the stuff we found under, in and on every surface in our house and carport. I don't think I've ever had any in my life (and never intend to!) but I guess someone likes it. Bob opened it and it smelled the same as the day it was manufactured; probably full of preservatives and flame retardants!
What else? I'm attempting to regain my blogging momentum but so much has been going on.
Did you really expect to see this? Bob fixed the sink in the bathroom- looks like more fossils! The trap was clogged which led to Bob trying to unclog it and the pipes under the sink were all corroded so it became replacement time. We probably could have used the Mountain Dew as a liquid plumber substitute!
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