Speaking of knees…and hips…

^^^Oh, seagrass -- that one really got me. So sweet! And so true. (And in an off-topic aside -- nearly 70 years ago, when my family still owned a cottage in Truro, I helped my mother plant sea grass on a small naked dune that had been forming next to the building, thanks to the town installing "snow" fencing to control the shifting sand, to stabilize the dune. I well remember how sharp-edged that grass was, uncomfortably nicking my tender hands!)

One of our Westies, Pip, would run growling from the small TV on a cabinet to the one a foot off the floor in another room when we needed protection from something on the screen. (We needed protection from horses and men with beards.)

Why do defense lawyers go out for Mexican food when they’re feeling down? . . . . . To get some case-ideas!