Dad decided he should take Mama on something called a babymoon before my Sprout gets here. I suggested we go to Micronesia, but Dad said we needed to stay closer to home in case Mom went into labor. So we visited a new part of the state: Cat Island. It was no Republic of Chuuk, mind you, but the B & B was beautiful, the food fantastic, and I got to catch up on my reading.
For example, there was this one. It's not a classic, and likely won't ever be, but still it's pretty decent. It's about the dog named Spot. The plot line isn't overly complex, so it makes for good bedtime reading. The narrative structure and character development impress me every time, too.
That said, I confess that I can't get enough of the scene in which Spot poops in the neighbor's yard and runs away before he gets caught. That's something Marley would do!
This grass thing still is a little weird. It's definitely growing on me, though. And with a little help, I'm starting to stand up on my own two feet.
Not only did I broaden my geographical horizons, I also broadened my culinary tastes: shrimp and black bean quesedilla, curry chicken salad, and Moroccan lamb, all for lunch.
If you asked me what my favorite was...I'd have to choose the curry. My applause tells you how much I enjoyed the meal.
Also, one of the Harley Davidson biker ladies flirted with me and called me "little doodle-bug." I wanted to go for a ride with her, but Dad said he'd hold me instead.
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