Quick post to say: Real post will be mid-week.
We're armadillo hunting.
Son and family are here from California and they've never seen one.
Which means (of course):
All armadillos--that would normally be trenching our lawn and flowerbeds to smithereens--have gone AWOL. Or to Luckenbach.
So, while the hunt continues, we console ourselves with:
Gingerbread, Barbecue, pizza, roadrunner sightings, live Texas music, salsa, spelunking, fudge, and generally having a good time.
More later. Got to go put out more armadillo bait.
They eat gingerbread and brisket, right?