Wicked witch of the flowers

Today marks the 34th anniversary of that fateful Saturday we went out on our first date. We reminisced a great deal...the story changes a bit every year. This time I wondered that despite it being July in Washington DC, why was I wearing a brown, tailored corduroy jacket and how did I not melt? And why can't I remember the movie that was playing at the drive-in that we went to after the race track turned out to be too crowded?

Dogs went home as scheduled, now I miss them already. I just have a strange feeling about the Black Lab this time so we showered him with attention and rubs.