Peony

First day this year that I hung laundry out on the clothes line.  Usually, as soon as the snow has melted enough, I'm hanging out clothes.  Over the winter I bought a new clothes dryer and have been happy to just throw things in there.  This first time out I didn't follow any of my rules.  I didn't check the wind direction and just hung towels, pillow cases, and cleaning cloths on the line closest to the house.  Wind was out of the south so those long items blew into the  jeans and t-shirts I hung on the second strand.  I didn't angle the clothes to catch the wind so it would blow through them either.  It will be sunny and warm all day so everything will dry even if I didn't hang things perfectly.  The furthest line I hung socks and underwear.  I never hang 'unmentionables' on the outside strand in view of the roadway.  Of course, to see them from the road you'd have to have binoculars.

Took Whip to the vet for her shots.  At the office I wrangled Whip onto the scales first.  She weighed in at 63 lbs.   Then the tech came out and, right there in the waiting room, administered the shots.  The assistant did at one point say I was Whip's "mother".  I corrected her immediately, "I'm not this dog's mother."  The assistant laughed.  It reminded me that I also hated when the insurance adjuster for my windshield kept referring to me as "Mrs. Mayer".  I didn't correct him since both the windshield company rep and I were having difficulty enough just  understanding him.  Come to think of it  I also get ticked when nurses, checkouts, clerks, etc. call me "Honey".  It might fly in the southern part of the U.S. but in the Northwoods it sounds condescending.   Maybe I'm becoming a crabby crone?  Nah...