Country Man and I enjoyed our trip to the Sunflower State, soon receiving some firsthand information about our southern neighbor… it is capital H-O-T in Kansas. So hot, in fact, that I thought, I’ll take South Dakota winters over this 104 degree June sauna any day! But I know Kansasites are thinking, yeah, you’re nuts and you can take your -20 winters and frostbit noses and sunshineless-induced mental instability AND your little dogs, too.
Kansas folks and their never-ending references to The Wizard of Oz. Or maybe that’s just everyone else. Or me.
It was a fun adventure to pick up a John Deere tractor part, our time including some very nice people (but no Cheesecake Factory).
But hey, we come from the country; give us three or more restaurant options and you’ve got some happy campers!
On the journey home, we picked the pups up from the vet clinic, and what do you suppose we discovered around the corner?
Think Sarah McLaughlin.
Think big wet eyes staring straight into your soul.
Cue big time suckers like us.
A kind local farmer dropped off Kitty-yet-to-be-named after he had a run in with a blade. He’s all better now.
Since white Kitty, aka Hitler, ran away a few months back, charcoal kitty is on deck to fill the void. From the evidence around the farm and the bulge of her belly, black Kitty has her paws full with the mice and could use a little help.
I just can’t help myself… two kitties to roam the farm now. Hope they get along. Lord help me.
We’re thinking of calling him Coal. For some reason it just fits his personality and easily his color.
I like cats now. I’m becoming a cat person. What’s become of me?!
Happy Saturday from the Strawberry Fields of South Dakota!