Pippi and I at the park last night watching Mist and Tabs practice biking around the ball diamond. Misty was the teacher, Tabs the student. The deal was that if Misty was a good teacher, and Tabs got an “A” for biking, then afterward we stopped for slurpies. It worked like a charm. Mist the enthusiastic teacher and Tabs the diligent student. No more agony for me as I attempt to get Tabs biking skills up and her complaining bitterly.
Peter took the photo on his new “I Phone.” You’d think he’d bought himself the Porsche. He loves that thing. I must admit it is great–GPS, phone, camera and computer all in one.
Mist and Tabs riding instructor is not German I discovered. But a British colonial who was born and raised in Indian and moved to Kelowna at age 45. A fascinating woman and I am prying stories from her and she is eager to tell them.
Pip got us up 5 times in the night. I finally gave her Tylenol, believing it might be her teeth and then she finally slept.
Tabs abscess has flared up again. Will call this AM for more drugs and get her into a dentist today.
Dinner party tonight. I volunteered to make a carrot cake–my famous one with crushed pineapple and cream cheese frosting.
Gotta go to the stables…later.
Miranda
Forgot to comment on comment 326: classic. Didnt know you were the kind of gal who joined those discussions…whats your name?
And let me tell you, if you want to know about your future in broadcasting, Im your girl to ask.
John's pic of the day
but imagine talking on an iphone while riding a porche. Now that would be something