I woke up to another frosty morning in Tennessee. Thermometer said 30 degrees! Before I could take my sister to the airport, the dogs needed their morning run around the front yard. Everything was covered with thick frost, including Sassy's favorite frisbee.
Now, on a good day, when the stars are aligned and whatever else needs to happen, I really stink at throwing a frisbee. I have acres to aim for, but have had to retrieve it from the house roof using a ladder and a broom handle. Let me say, that freezing the floppy rubber disc should have made the chore easier, but alas... acres to aim for and I lob it into a tree.
I should also point out, that I am outside in this winter wonderland in my thin PJ's, a robe, and bedroom slippers (I know, I know! And I am seriously freezing various body parts off!) So, I am searching around for a stick (should have some of those on this property) and come upon a softball size watermelon that I had pitched into the woods when I cleaned up the raised beds. A few useless tosses later, and the frisbee is still in the tree.
But Nick has found a new *ball* and made off with the frozen watermelon!
Such a *boy* tossing and pouncing on his new toy!
A few more minutes of searching and I did find a long stick, retrieved the frisbee, thawed necessary body parts, and everyone lived happily ever after!