Misssed all the Spring Baby Birthdays . . . Yikes!

With summer solstice less than a week away I find myself wondering what happened to spring? Foxtrot has many relatives with birthdays in the spring. Like ...

Sister Stone

Brother Stone

Jagie

Uncle Roscoe

Auntie T-Bone (tomorrow!)

AND

Papa Foxtrot

Mama and Papa Foxtrot stayed away from Foxtrot for a whole night. We hit the town with some friends,  danced until they closed down the bars,  and found a sweet little park across the street from the hotel. We drank a few more with the resident raccoons. It was absolutely fabulous. The hotel was darling. No television or real locks on the doors, that actually looked to be old offices of sorts. A shared bathroom on each floor. The woman's bathroom had a large claw foot tub. And yes, the hotel address was 605 and a half. We should have been swing dancing during the first great depression in cherry tobacco filled bars. It was very romantic.

We also drank a few beers in the long front staircase up to the hotel. It was shiny and bright and had the perfect feel for some late night conversation.

Oh, how nice it was, to be just two, for just a short while.

We could never stay away too long from this little monster.

Happy Birthday Spring Babes!