Grand Larseny

I’m here at the lake with kate and ella. They are the funniest two things you could ever imagine. One minute they’re running a million miles an hour chasing each other, the next they’re asleep. What’s even more funny is that they forget all about running and playing outdoors as soon as I go inside. Then they switch into good, old, never-leave-your-side dogs. I’m sure the prospect of food has nothing to do with it.

At the same time, though, I did drive an hour out if my way to go back and get my wallet on the way down here, since I packed super-lite and forgot it. The prospect of no money for food did have something to do with it.