I was supposed to hang this American flag yesterday. Um, yeah. This one the orange kittah is stretched out upon. Actually days ago. I forgot to buy a flag hanger, pole thingy, majiggy. It had to be hung up high to be kept away from a 11 month old Lewellin Setter's teeth. Because you know she would grab a hold of it and shred it with her razor-like canines, just like she chewed up my 2 1/2 week old awesome, had-to-have, I-love-so-much, but-didn't-really-need-another-pair, type of sandals. She chewed up one sandal. I found it in the yard. She stole it from on top of our gas grill where they were drying because I had earlier scrubbed mud off of them after Mini Me decided to wear them out to the barn. Which she has forever been reminded to never, ever , ever do again. Hope and Mini Me.
"Don't wear my sandals dear daughter and Hope, do not chew up my kick-butt sandals."
Got all that? Cool.
A hanger was never purchased. In between buying bottles of G2 for baseball games, avacadoes for guacamole, beverages, hot dogs, hamburger buns and loving having gritty and sandy toes, coconut smelling, suntan, oiled skin, a hanger was forgotten. Until yesterday. This is where it was left. Not forgotten but set aside. I know, so very unpatriotic of me. I am doomed.
And this is what happened. A favorite kitty of ours found it to be quite a comfortable, royal spot for her highness. Warm, cozy sun rays warming her furry body.
"20 year old Colby, I couldn't move your cuteness off of this flag, ever."
Instead I took pictures.
She is twenty years old folks. T-W-E-N-T-Y!!
She's earned a spot on our table and if she must lie on this flag, so be it.
So today I was in Home Depot and forgot to purchase that flag hanger, again.
Is anyone else as exhausted and whooped as I from too much sun, laughing with friends and family, loads of quacamole, 90 degree heat, mosquito bites and fireworks galore?
I have a 4th of July weekend hangover.
Tomorrow I will be better. Tomorrow I will share highlights from my weekend.
How was yours?
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