I sure did pick the wrong sport to start in the summer.

Riding enormous sweaty mammal bareback = yummy.  You should have seen the hysterical bum-print I left on his back.  His fur was still curling and sticking up an hour later.

Also today I found out that my Grumpy Old Man is even older and more justified about his grumpiness than I previously thought — we figured he was in his mid-twenties but going by his teeth he’s actually OVER THIRTY which is ridiculous.  Which makes today’s prancing and mischief seem miraculous in retrospect.  Grumpy still knows how to bum-wiggle.

Anyway.  Am recovering from encounter with enormous sweaty mammal.  Blek.

But!  I can’t be grumpy about the heat, even when I have to be out in it, because PRIDE DAY is on Sunday!  I have plans involving costumes and festival-wandering and a lunch out for Ladyfriend and I, if we can survive the sky lasers.

In other news, am putting off business stuff like a total scrub, but hopefully next week will involve 100% less sickness and ridiculous family drama and I will have the shop fully operational.  Wish me luck!

Have a good evening, my darlings.