|They are camera-shy. I had to creep up on them.|
|The Pearls are the talk of the flock.|
There are times when being the obedient daughter chafes. I mean it chafes something awful! However, I just talcum powder my attitude and put my big girl pants on and get it done. My mother decided that having a Cobb salad would be just the ticket for lunch. Which means....I get all the bits and bobs done at home and then drive the 30 minutes north to assemble it. And pick up a pie while I'm at it. Nothing against my cousin - who I like very much, as well as his latest "this is THE one" girlfriend - but I would have loved nothing more than to sit in my new-to-me-chair-and-a-half and read. If the cats would make some room for me, that is.
I know this is going to come back to bite me, but the keets put on the most charming little concert all the way north - burbles and whirrs and peeps. They kept it up the entire trip. Of course, we all know that, when puberty hits, it will be screeching of the fire-alarm-man-the-battlestations type!