It started last night.
Wonder would not leave Seymour alone.
Phoebe thought they were both nuts.
This morning things were back to normal when we were out in the barn.
No cats in sight.
The front paddock is such a disaster,
I am still putting hay under the shed roof.
Once they get out to the grass, the girls are just fine.
My friend Jean is visiting her family (she lives in the Saint Louis area and plays the fiddle) and I invited her to go to the Sunday Jam with me. She came to listen, not play (yet).
We had a big crew again, and are starting to get back in our old groove....
although it will never really be the same without Jimmy.
Home a little before 4.
No cooking tonight as we have had our fill of turkey,
and decided to go down to Barber's for a sandwich.
The twinkie lights are lining Main Street
and we added some to our front porch.
Yep, when we got back to the house Little Wonder
was back in his wrestling mode.