Welcome to Friday, chickens.
I’m well rested and ready for the weekend.
Hope you are too.
Last night JW and I decided to venture out on a walk around the neighborhood.
But not before stopping at New England Seafood Company to share a Fisherman’s Platter.
It was a good call for a Thursday night treat.
I’m never gonna say no to fried seafood.
Those guys moving in down the block means there’s a delicious danger zone within walking distance.
I’m not even sorry about it.
Also last night, I received a disturbing text from A, mother of all three of my favorite Straley children.
Sophie had gone missing.
It was a red alert.
I reported the news to JW with a heavy heart.
He too, was concerned with the news.
Sophie, my friends, is a giraffe.
And my godson loves his Sophie.
And he has a nice, long, Sophie-necessary road trip tonight.
So JW and I did the only thing there was to do, and tracked down another squeaking, trendy giraffe on our walk.
“Are you in our system?” the nice, well-meaning lady asked JW as he made his purchase.
I stood back and laughed.
JW turned an interesting shade of red, and mentioned something about a gift.
We made it out of there with the long-necked squeaky toy though, and that’s all that mattered.
Eventually, the original Sophie was located in the garage, but I feel better with a backup.
JW and I have become crazy people over Toblerone.
We wouldn’t have it any other way.
Also in exciting Straley news, we’ve got an 8th grade graduation to attend tonight for Aus.
I might cry, since I can’t believe he’s headed to high school.
I’ve been embarrassing him for seven years, so I guess crying at his 8th grade graduation might just be one more reason for him to look at me sideways.
I make no promises, chickens.
Enjoy this beautiful day, and the start to your weekend!