Once upon a time which may or may not have been a few weeks ago, a dear and highly respected personage who is not me (and unlike all the other times I say someone is not me, I actually mean it) told me a story of how he and his beloved daughter had spent a golden afternoon –it might have been a golden long weekend, I can’t really remember, whatever it was, it definitely had the Au luster happening– at the familial lake house and, upon reaching home got a telephone call from a little hotel down the street from the lake house. The hotel, it seemed, was in possession of an object that looked like a bolster pillow and acted like a Kalashnikov rifle but revealed itself to be Pepper, the Highly Respected Personage’s dog, who had been accidentally left behind.
All of which is long-winded and PETA-provoking way of saying Manolo gave me two weeks’ vacation and no one managed to tell you guys.
The good news is tomorrow we’ll be back with your regularly scheduled delightfulness.
In the meantime, how have you been keeping yourselves busy? Put it in the comments!