Not much to say, and thank goodness … I’ve got some of Rosie’s vomit to clean up, pronto.
Wind died down. Went outside. Set up our Rapid Fire net, which if I haven’t mentioned it lately is just one phenomenal ball-getting deal. Shot a bunch of foul shots. Made 1,000. Came inside. Learned of poor Rosie’s several messes.
And to be fair to The Beautiful Heth, I had nothing to do with the cleanup. I was involved with the bathing of the Rosie following the second round, but Superwoman, daughter to SuperNana, did the hard work. And Rosie and her momma are snuggled up on the couch right now.
Time to visit Nick at Epsom House of Pizza. I don’t think Rosie will be partaking.