Wish You Were Here

Because I may never leave. Only kidding. Jackson is so worried that we may not come home. I don’t know how many times he’s told us that this isn’t our “real” home. Who is he trying to convince? I can’t believe that we haven’t made it to the beach, but I wasn’t aware how many trips to the market and other various stores it would take to stock a condo. I don’t care if I’m not done, I’m going to the beach tomorrow and no one can stop me, except maybe the 60% chance of rain! The boys haven’t been hurting for something to do. They fed the turtles in the rain and went fishing as soon as it let up.Jackson didn’t fish, but he was close by for moral support.There are ducks in our pond, but they haven’t been around much. Could it be the Ridgeback stalking their every move that keeps them away? These two decoys may drive Lulu crazy before it’s over. She just can’t take it. I don’t think she’s stopped sniffing and exploring since we stepped out of the car. I had to get a picture of this. I love seeing a big strong guy walking a girly dog. It’s like seeing a Daddy play princess with his little girl, although I don’t see Scott playing princesses with Fergie or Lulu. He might stoop to a tea party, but let’s not push it. One last one of my family on a walk. I think I should Photoshop myself in later. Or not.