smacky and bucky

Thursday morning I did some quick math, figured out my remaining number of vacation days, and called Laura and suggested we take Friday off and have a four-day holiday weekend. She agreed it was a good idea, and Thursday afternoon we packed up and hit the road. We had a great weekend, very relaxing. Sister #2 and husband came down from NYC Thursday evening, arriving at river at exact same time as us, in fact. Used the tractor, went swimming, went on a boat ride, visited a steamboat museum, went to a farmers market.

Our dog passed (aced) two AKC classes Saturday morning and was certified a "good citizen" and a certified therapy dog. She gets a tag and is now allowed to visit people in hospitals. She's a very good dog.

We returned early yesterday afternoon to the soul-crushing city, where going to the grocery store for three items becomes a chore that makes you want to scream. Two ahead of you in line. They came together, but want to pay separately, even though moron #2 is only buying a $2 pint of ice cream. And wants to pay with a credit card. And doesn't know how to work the credit machine. We remembered that people suck, and retreated back to our house, where even there we can't escape, because our moronic neighbors decided it would be fun to plant a flowerbed on the edge of their property, directly in front of a large window in our living room. Time to draw the blinds permanently on that window. Geez, go back inside, assholes! What do we have to do, build a moat?!?

Sigh.

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