White Dog cheered late in the afternoon when I got off the phone and sighed with huge relief. "I think all of the problems are worked out," I told her. "The event can go on without THAT permit." She and I high-fived and I turned off my computer. "Hurry momma, get out of the room before there is time to attract any more gremlins!" she fussed me toward the living room.
There the others met and surrounded me. We all slumped into comfortable positions.
"The day has been filled with too many words," White Dog decreed. "Let's have a little Throwback Thursday post!" "TTWT...Throwback Thursday with treats," Steve whispered...motion approved!