Washington's Birthday (or, as I grew up knowing it -- President's Day) is one of those holidays that don't really have much of a tradition. On Independence Day there are cookouts, fireworks, ballgames; Thanksgiving is for family dinners and, well, football; Memorial Day and Labor day -- more cookouts and picnics, but Washington's Birthday? Lazy day. It's the dead of winter so no cookouts or football. There's nothing to really celebrate (okay, okay, he was the first president of the US, but don't we already have an Independence Day? Yes -- see above)... it's a free day. That's why so many schools and businesses use it as the sacrificial holiday and hold school or stay open for business and instead give the Friday after Thanksgiving off.
But for us government worker bees it's a Monday off so we have a spare day to get caught up.
Today, Les and I took Herman to get his nails trimmed...
I hate getting my nails trimmed. They try to break my feet off. I know that's what they're doing, I do.Did some general errands (including getting Simon's blood drawn for allergy testing -- no pic, but he didn't like it for sure), then came back and put in some Grey's Anatomy and Les broke out her knitting.
Feo's knee is acting up, so she was happy with the set-up.
Lesley made me this blanket. It's my favorite blanket, but Al keeps it hidden away until I'm sick.
And Boogs, well, last night he antagonized a Corgi twice his size and established his role as Dictator Supreme.
Pardon me whilst I survey my realm. Ah yes. All is well.
All in all it was a great Washington's Birthday. ;) Probably the best I have ever had considering my dad is home now recovering from a successful triple bypass and will fully recover and be around for many years to come. Thanks for all the good thoughts and prayers!
