(by the way, that's my dream set right there, you can't argue that those aren't some good looking tools! :)
Well anyway, I was at my parent's house dropping off some tools and I get a phone call from Chris, it went a little something like this:
C: "Hey, when you get home, don't open the garage door"
G: "Okay? And why?" (for some reason I'm thinking maybe he caught a rat or something, but then again, why would he keep it in the garage??)
C: "Well, this dog followed me up to the front door"
G: "Aww, so we have 3 dogs now??" :)
C: "Uh, no... You wouldn't like it, it's small and fluffy*"
(*now, I have nothing against small, fluffy dogs as long as they aren't my own, [hence the reason we have two 75lb dogs] AND if they are well behaved, which none of that criteria fits this stray dog). Well when I get home I kinda feel bad for this fluff ball, so I make up a few signs and decided to walk him around, just in case his owners are out looking for him (I know I would be if it were one of my little children) and staple them up around the neighborhood (now remember, the high was like 35 degrees today, so when I got home I couldn't really feel my fingers or thighs... I think I should get some extra Heaven points for this one ;) Hopefully tomorrow the owners will call, because he may be going to the humane society if not :/ This is an internet pic, but it's the same breed, a schitzu I guess...
Tonight we decided that we would try this little bar and grill that's in Twin Lakes, only because my Grandma has raved about how wonderful their pork chops are. Her and her friend go there all the time... So we thought no time like the present! (besides, she gave us a coupon and money to pay for it, so nothing to lose I guess). All I can say is, uhh, wow. I think my Grandma is officially crazy (it was unofficial before today :) "Neighbors Bar and Grill" is a dinky, dingy, cigarette smellin' bar, with basically nothing but bar food on the menu (fried this and fried that :). Now I'm all for supporting the local joints (Chris and I have even made a pact that we would only eat at locally owned places while the economy continues to be on the downward slope), but this was just a little too much "bar" and not enough "grill" for me... I about died in the car coming home, and was throwing off clothes as I walked in the door to get them straight to the washing machine :) I guess we can notch this up as just another "experience". Oh, if any of you reading have a favorite "local" place you enjoy (and please don't say Neighbors), let us know! We really do enjoy trying new places :)