Harold, contemplating friendship. He returned home with a sunburn. Poor thing.
The Cloverfield King.
Over the weekend, I think we spent every sunny moment outside. My body has been craving sun, so much lately that when I am indoors, I start to feel panic creep in, scolding me for not soaking up every ray of sunshine. We packed a picnic, laid in the grass and hunted for four leaf clovers. Kurt wore his world famous short shorts. Mule rolled in dead things, while Harold ran - no, BOUNCED - across the field like a little antelope.