As I am carrying Fenn into Renown, completely lethargic, unable to even walk, he slowly lifts his head, looks out the window at the tall hospital across the courtyard and asks, "Is there a swimmin pool here?" "No, Fenn there isn't." "Darn it!"
These blogs were started as a journal for Fenn & Hazel. I will record all their little pearls of wisdom and the things that crack us up. We will print them out once a year so they will have them forever.
