Meemaw lends a helping wrangle

Today our Daddy left us for his true love, the Pacific Northwest. He will be gone for a spell to lead his second annual whirlwind hiking tour of the Cascades for UD students. Perhaps it should be better known as the Taste of Roughin' It for the Beergut Set (subtitled Kiss Your Quads Goodbye). I'm sure Daddy Mountain Goat will return to us sunburned or windburned, a little skinnier, a little more whiny about weather that does not include glacial breezes, and with many admirers of his mutant calf muscles.

In her infinite mercy, our beloved Meemaw took some time off of her brand-new swanky job to vacation in Dela-nowhere with her daughter and fussy grandboys.



We took her to the Philadelphia Zoo on Saturday to bring her a little closer to the wild, such that she might think more kindly of my household in comparison.