Saturday the 13th

It should have been Friday the 13th. I've had 2 black cats cross my path, a ladder fall down in front of me, and it just feels a bit eerie. C-man and I said farewell to the farmers market today with a final churro. I don't think C-man fully understands when the season to something ends, though. After all, he was singing "Take Me Out to the Ballgame" all day long -- over and over and over again. The dogs are digging that it's fall. Quite literally. Harrydog won't stop digging. $75 for grooming, and he digs in the mud like a happy pig. I can't win. Anyone want to buy me some new carpet? Beerman returns tomorrow. Hopefully with a suitcase full of medals.