(Photo Credit: Moose, on her iPhone, somewhere in Jersey, 2/20/11)
Sweet dreams, my pretties. It's late Sunday night, and the moms have had a long, happy weekend visiting the dearest of dear friends back in their old stomping grounds. The winds were fierce, but the company was grand. Time to catch some Zs and get ready for the work week.
Peace out, and may you be rich in friends to whom you would say, "Grow old along with me."
Whatever fate decrees,Dog bless our love. Dog bless our love.
We will see it through,
For our love is true