Hey, Marty.
Hey, Bob. *sends food to Bob's hospital room*
Hey, Gary. Be well, sweetie. Best wishes for a speedy recovery.
It was gray and drizzly this morning, but the sky was clear blue and sunny when I left work.
Hey, Albert.
Don't be surprised if you find that Elmer Fudd is your uncle.
Sorry, Bob. We'll try to be more sensitive to your situation.
The plastic container from a Stouffer's frozen entree would be more appetizing than anything a hospital can dish out.
I only said "if" because I'm not aware of any policies in the park regarding nudity. I guess a visitor would have to ask the rangers, since their website doesn't mention it.
Fortunately for us, no. Not when it's right downtown, off of US-31. Now, if they'd gone to the Sleeping Bear Dunes National Lakeshore, that might have been a different story. It's more secluded up there, so even if the National Park doesn't allow nudity, there's a chance they might get away with it. 😀 Not that I'm encouraging them.
We're doing well. Trying to think of what I could do for dinner tonight, and Morgan is washing some windows. I gotta do some laundry later, too. Mickey is down at the beach with Remy, I believe.
Afternoon, Dugh, Mum, and Thistle. *scratches Thistle on his belly*
I look forward to more kilting stories. Now, if I can just find last year's "birthday present" story...