Arnold or Annie

 

My husband pours orange juice and tea into a glass full of ice.

“I can’t believe you’re doing that. That looks so gross!” I say.

“It’s called an Arnold Palmer,” he takes a chug.

“Arnold Palmer is ice tea with lemonade,” says his father Ken.

“Oh yeah,” my husband takes another sip.

“You’re drinking an Annie Palmer,” Ken laughs.

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Our Vicious Pitbull, Opal

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Listen, we go through this every May. I have to close the door after you go out in order to keep the flies and mosquitos from coming in. No need for you to get anxious and insecure. Just go out there and do your business. I’m right here. And remember, this is our routine until it gets cool again. When is that? It won’t get cool again until probably early November.