But it felt like ages ago, because it was before Memorial Day.
|If I were Mistah Schleckah I'd call this: |
My Tootsie-Toes, My Pint Glass, and Thee.
We were sitting on our deck in the brilliant sunshine one morning during the holiday weekend, and we could hear Ledgie, contradictingly singing her mournful song of foggy woe, and we biked right down the hill to investigate.
Meanwhile, back at the, well, it's not a ranch, but, well, shoot, the Appraisal Vision Assessor's Database calls it "Conventional". Please. We are anything but conventional around here. Just wait until I show you the Home Improvement progress we've made . . .
. . . but that's for another day.
For this day, for Memorial Day, it was all about London Broil, and my own Mistah Schleckah's cooking thereof.
But may I tell you this?
love this time of year.