Memorial Day documented.
May 28th, 2007 | by Scott Jennings |
Fine, dogs are cute, they’re loving, they’re endearing, but IT NEVER ENDS. If you don’t want to deal with a cat, you throw it off the couch and it says, “fine asshole, I didn’t want to see you anyway.” The dogs don’t give you a choice.
This is Daisy. She’s a good dog.
This is Chloe. She’s in heat.
This dog could charitably be described as functionally retarded. It has no tail and shakes its ass with excitement at everything, it climbs into your face and licks, whimpers and cries all night, and generally never leaves you alone.
The puppy’s name is Roxanne, and she’s also pretty annoying.
Jeff and I have matching Brinkies. We’re adorable.
These cows live in the field behind the house. Molly is in the foreground, Bruce is in the back. These are not the cows’ actual names. (For one thing, they’re both lady cows.)
We saw a black racer while we were sitting out minding the barbecue, so Jeff ran inside for his shotgun and gave us his best Elmer Fudd. Later he said, without a trace of irony, “if a varmit comes onto my property, I’m gonna shoot it.”
Florida’s US highway signs were color-coded from the 1950s until the early 90s, when the Feds threatened to withhold funding unless they were switched over to the boring and uniform black and white signs. There are a few well worn holdouts from those days, and as a huge road dork, I had to pull over and take a picture. Jeff thought I should have just stolen it.
I’m glad he found work.
The Jennings boys pose for a photograph.
My brother’s pulled pork. He learned well.
And I made my macaroni and cheese, just to make Monica jealous.
Tomorrow: hitting the road early to make it back for the Bulls game.
