Weekend

I've ran the ride on mower over the land, and it's all looking good and short and nice. The smell of cut grass was in the air.

Right now, I have some hand cut yukon gold potatoes in the frier, with some gorgeous burger paties all seasoned up on the grill. Dancer is watching the TV, fresh from her trip to Vancouver.

I have a Sam Light on the go, and the pugs are sleeping.

Life is very very good.