Quiet Sunday afternoon when hear a crash. Sitting in the office at the far end of the house from the kitchen, I couldn’t imagine what caused it since I was alone.
Creeping down the hallway in anticipation, I see Merida slinking away from me with her ears pinned back. She does this with great finesse by the way. It’s like this Chinese dragon wiggle. It was cute until… it wasn’t.
The little turd pulled down a bowl full of carrots and ate them. I set them way back on the counter and she must’ve done some impressive hopping to reach them. 🙄
Speaking of impressive…
The Indianapolis Motor Speedway sent a milk bottle to all 50 states to celebrate “50 days until the Indy 500.” Basically, they get a bottle of milk and take a photo of themself with it to share on social media.
My favorite brother was chosen for the fine state of Nevada. Check him out representing Vegas like a boss!
TIL (Today I Learned): The Indy 500 milk is a tradition that started in 1933 when Louis Meyer enjoyed a glass of buttermilk after winning his second Indy 500.