Tracking the travels of the preciousest of preciousnesses
Sunday, May 15, 2011
As if she needs the gift of gab!
Janie has never had a problem communicating. "Open the door and let me out on the porch." "Fill my bowl." "Scoop my doody." "Give me treats." It seems, nonetheless, she has assured herself the fabled Irish gift of gab by island hopping to smooch the Blarney stone. I can only imagine what this will mean for our conversations.