I became a temporary bachelor for a few days while Aimee took Roo to see the grandfolks.
This was harder than I thought it would be. I've forgotten how to be a bachelor. I did manage to make fish and chips (above) and catch up on some Netflix, but the highlight of the few days I spent alone was the big strong lamb, now called "Widget", born to Quinn.
Here she is keeping close to mom in the sheep pasture.
I was pretty pleased to get my girls back after their trip, albeit again mentally scathed by another miserable experience, courtesy of American Airlines.
This time Aimee wrote to complain. She's very good at writing complaint letters to corporations, and I've lost track of the gizzits she's gotten that way. This time she got two flight vouchers, each for $200.
I think she would have preferred a flight that was on time and a flight attendant that knew how to strap in a child seat.