I didn't to post this publicly on the garden thread. Gotta keep that space for what we did in our garden today.
Many years ago my mother-in-law and father-in-law moved into an in-law suite in their daughter's home. With that came certain responsibilities: yard work, bounce the baby on his knee, take out the trash, etc. and included "walk the dog".
Well, Grandpa Nick (as we call him) was a sturdy, fit, hardy, energetic man who walked every day. He was walking the dog on a leash when the dog decided to chase a squirrel. Grandpa Nick could not (or would not?) let go of the leash and the dog dragged him until he fell, the dog continued to run with Nick helplessly trailing behind - across the yard, over the wood pile (ouch), through a rocky stream (eeek), then through a bramble patch (Oh, no!!) and finally the dog got tired and stopped in the neighbor's yard. Oh, the squirrel got away just fine.
So now, whenever we do something outrageous or stupid that involves both injuries and humor, we like to say "I pulled a Nick today". My daughter has been in Atlanta but she is returning tonight. I cannot wait to see her face when I tell her that I pulled a Nick.
Allie investigating a turtle.
Allie upside down in her comfy chair.
Relaxing in the nice, cool clover.
Embarrassed and hiding her head.