Emily’s softball team placed third in a tournament yesterday. Congrats, Emily! You’re a newly-organized team, so that’s an accomplishment!
Reece called me this morning to thank me for going by and letting Dooley out to poop last night while he and the family were at Emily’s softball tournament. Our conversation went something like this:
R: Hey, Nessa, we made it some safely last night.
V: Oh, I’m so glad to hear it. What time did you get home?
R: Um, I don’t know, let me ask my mom. (He asks Dawn.) One-thirty this morning. Emily’s still asleep.
V: I’m sure she’s really tired after a long day of softball.
R: Thanks for letting Dooley out for us last night.
V: You’re welcome. I think it’s cute how he now hikes his leg and pees on trees like an adult dog. You like to pee on trees too, don’t you, Reece? (He does, I’ve seen him do it, the little cave man!)
R: Yeah, I guess Dooley gets it from me. He’s my brother, you know.
Have a good Sunday!