happyAfter I got my drugs, I went home and fixed lunch for Flar and Tigger and myself. While Tigger was finishing his lunch, I cleared out the fridge. Ooh, I forgot to mention that Flar got the boys to clean the kitchen before we left, so it's not the complete disaster I left it. Yay! I found out, by the foolish method of actually going there, that the post office was closed today for the presidential funeral. Which means that picking up our mail has moved to tomorrow's errand list. Then Tigger and I did a grocery run, buying salad produce, fruit, beef, ham, drinks and dairy products. When we got home, Tigger put away while groceries, while I turned my car into a tiny station wagon, for transporting the dogs. Then we picked them up from the kennel. The scotties had gotten pretty messy, so the kennel people had given them a quick bath. Nifty! The dogs were very happy to see us, and didn't even whine until we were half-way home.
Tigger is fixing dinner, and Critter is his sou-chef. I'm ensconced in my chair for the evening, catching up online and vegging out to TV.
