Gus is cruisin' for a different sort of fireworks, methinks.
Lovely 4th. Folks were here, we barbecued (good, hot fire, so everything was done quickly). Guacamole was made. All was well, but I still need to catch up on the lost sleep
So I can't run anywhere. Onyx isn't angry, nope, nope, no sir. Now, can I have a place to nap, s'il vous plait?