It’s really nice out today. Bright, sunny, low seventies. . . why, it’s almost CRISP.

Great weather. Beautiful day.

So we decided to go out.

To the dump.

Hey, “out” is “out.”

Besides, whenever we go to the dump, we stop at Snow’s on the way home. Best burgers on the globe.

In case you’re wondering, we’re dropping off, not picking up. Although, if we saw something cool, we’re not above diving for it. I have friends who are still using the stereo system they fished out of a dumpster in 1974.

The kittens are out on the back deck. They’re not quite sure what they’re supposed to do when they’re outdoors, but it will come to them. So far they’ve mastered pooping in the planters.

They’re very good at it, too.

I think a burger with a pile of dill pickles and a quarter-inch of cheap yellow mustard. . . . some french fries, and of course a ginormous Diet Coke with the wonderful Snow’s soft flat shaved ice. Hub will get a coney (dressed), a fish sandwich with pickles, fries, and a Diet Coke.

We’re occasionally predictable, in the midst of our quirkiness, but we’re really very nice and when you come to visit, you’ll have fun.

Fun, and burgers.