when plans go south.
We hoped to admire the cherry blossoms blooming at our state capital.
Instead Sparky shivered and screamed, "I want to go home" for a half an hour while other pedestrians scowled at me like I was the worst mother in the universe.
Never-mind that home was an over-two-mile walk back.
I can't count the many times that my good intentions have not yielded a fruitful outcome. Sorry cherry blossoms. Maybe next year.
Just when we reached pinnacle of misery, I remembered that there was the sweetest coffee house, just down the street.
I tell you what; the freezing cold walk to the cafe sure helped them to appreciate their bagels and hot chocolate.
I've never seen them so well behaved in public.
I'm counting my blessings.
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Great times, huh?