August 5th 2008 8:04 pm
I had just finished sharing some vanilla ice cream with Dad when Mom walked into the room. This is the conversation I sat there and listened to:
Mom: Did you use the same spoon?
Dad: No, that one's in the dishwasher
Mom: That's not true love!
Dad: Sorry, but I draw the line somewhere. They walk around all day smelling each other's butts.
Mom said I was gonna be hippy from eating that ice cream, but I told her I was already hippie!
A couple of Sundays ago, Mom spent the day with Grandma and they went to JACK LONDON SQUARE, which is very close to where Grandma lives. Mom was disappointed to see how quiet it was around there compared to the past, but there was a musician playing on an outdoor stage, people shopping or waiting to ride the ferry, and some local artisans selling handmade goods under white tents.
It didn't take long for Mom to spot the tye-dye clothes hanging all over one of the booths and right away she had to see if there was anything she could buy for us. Sure enough, there were some t-shirts designed for dogs (of course). Because of our various weights, she bought a small, medium, and large. Then she bought a little hat that was displayed with some children's shirts and a hat for our dogs.
I got to be the first to try on the shirt and hat since I will sit still anywhere in the house, and that's when we found out that I fit the large. Ooops! I was supposed to wear flowers in my hair or something like that, but we stuck with the hat and I borrowed Reebok's guitar that his best friend Jeter Harris sent him.
The hat would still work on the big boys and everyone else can wear the shirts and hats, but since Mom liked my picture she let them off the hook for now, so I'm the only hippie chic in the family!
Love,
Mercy
P.S. Thank you for all of the fresh-smelling collars!
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