Goddess is passed out inside somewhere with Gypsy, the formerly gender confused cat.
Sarah's off running a race and the girls are lounging around inside so Winston, TLGD, and I are just enjoying the quiet morning sunshine.
All three of them went Ape shit crazy when we returned from Ireland but everything's settled into our normal routine.
Winston, TLGD, is pretty vain and likes working on his tan with me in the mornings which is cool.
He's taken an intense interest in politics lately and likes to discuss the various humorous escapades and acts of idiocy by our elected officials.
He's started a scrap book of his favorite politicians running for office time around and Winston, TLGD, is showing it to me.
"Lawless for Judge" is the first and I smirk.
"Young Boozer for Treasurer," is the next.
"Are these real names" I ask?
"Young Boozer's from Alabama," Winston, TLGD, explains.
"Of course," I nod.
Flipping the page, the next campaign sigh reads, "Krystal Ball for Congress."
"You think she already knows if she's won?" I ask.
Winston, TLGD, shrugs.
"Schumuck for Police Chief," is the next one.
"Aren't they all?"
Winston, TLGD, nods.
"That's depressing," I say getting up to fix another glass of sparkling water with lemon juice.
Slamming the scrap book shut, Winston, TLGD, rolls over to tan his belly.
Shaking my head, I take my seat again and sigh.
"Let's just enjoy this holiday weekend shall we?"
Winston, TLGD, gives me a high paw.
