April 14, 2017

White Dog could not stop laughing at me. I couldn't stop laughing at me. Nilla who had just come in from the yard had to be filled in before she, too, started giggling.

In a total senior moment I dropped my dinner fork to the plate and let out a cry of dismay. "Oh no!" I said in a worried tone, "what did I do to myself now?" I was looking at my hand and bloodied fingers in horror.

"Ummm, momma?" Opal sniffed, licked and then gently nosed at me. I looked to caution her to stay away from the carnage. "Momma, it is from the beets."

I peered at my hand and rubbed. "Oh yeah."

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