My blog is pink now. In case you hadn't noticed.
Here is my favorite song, Pink Moon, to celebrate it. Yay. Please note I did not spell it "yeah," "yea" or "ya." Heavens, people's Facebook updates irritate me.
And speaking of my signature color, Miss Doxie made a blush and bashful picture of Edsel, because apparently he is gettin' all the ladies this week:
And speaking of friends I have made through this blog, yesterday Faithful Reader Lilly told me her husband Chris had hatched several baby geese ("not literally," she told me) and did I want to come over and meet them, seeing as she lives nearby. "I promise we won't kill you," she said.
"Here is the thing," I said. "I don't CARE if you kill me, as long as I get to see the baby geese first."
So off I went, and have I mentioned that my death will eventually be at the hands of my love of animals, somehow? Swerving to not hit a bunny, climbing into the leopard's cage to kiss his head, going to a complete stranger's house to hold a baby goose. Whatever.
You guys. I stayed like three and a half hours. I was the blog guest who would not leave.
They had a whole FARM, and it was BEAUTIFUL, and they were SO COOL, and had TWO DOGGIES who greeted me when I got there!
I not easy to photograf cause I all blak. I know you gots foto skillz in first place.
I so go-o-obbled dinner there, too. HOW RUDE AM I? I stayed to dinner! I petted barn kitties! I stayed for strawberry pie! I'm surprised I didn't ask if there was a guest bedroom where I could bunk down and maybe could one of the horses get in bed with me. I was having such a good time, though! Me and a barn full of animals? Come ON.
And despite their 405820505 animals, even the two dogs and one housecat? I walked into their house and I was all, "Wow, everything's so neat and tidy. How do you do it with all your pets?"
"I vaccuum," said my hostess.
"Hunh, vacuum," I said, making a mental note.
And oh! Was the food delish! Oh, I ate, I talked, I petted. A good time was had by me. They had to be up in seventeen minutes to get back to the farm, but HEY! Did I mention my good time?
Oh, and finally, here are the baby geetzes. I did hold them and their little webby feets, and I do not know why I didn't think to ask beleaguered Chris or Lilly to photograph me doing so, but I was too busy being enamored, I think.