Speaking of deals with the devil my Cub-loving relatives were still celebrating their victory last Friday at my Aunt Ginny's 95th birthday party.
|Will never take off jersey|
The two cousins in the middle are rabid baseball fans and the one wearing the Cubbie's jersey hasn't taken it off since the post...I'm guessing.
|Aunt Ginny, 95 and still eating Black Jack Taffy, the Dempsey-Olson's Favorite candy|
The real black cat was roaming around a crowd of loud Irish democrats wondering if this was his life now. Then he heard Jeff Sessions was part of Trump's Cabinet-in-Waiting and broke into someone's stash of medical marijuana. Maybe this is the real cat.
|Worried this is now his health care|
The little furball (not the one on the couch) is no stranger to Dempsey parties but has chosen to stay hoisted in mid-air for the next four years.
|As the late, great Rik Mayall said, "Balls."|
|Salmo Pond looking all I can't believe it's November and I live in Wisconsin|
|Have been taking my mother on Nature-centric road trips to soak up this end of days weather. Rustic Road 110|
It certainly doesn't feel as if hell has frozen over, but I'll get back to you on that after this weekend.
|Plenty of vertical space, cats ok.|
Can't swing Canada but am looking at other options.