Put Ya Franks Up!

Last weekend, I was home in Everett and I let Griffin out.

He was out there for a long time, so I got nervous.

Where is he?

He's just chillin' in the shade.

I love him.

Oh, and yes, that's a grave stone.

It says, "Our Darling Dorothy" on it, and dates that suggest she was five when she died.

I'm still not sure what it's all about.

Apparently, it was a joke.

But... who knows.

It's been there since I was a kid.

Anyways, it's the weekend everyone.

& I get out of work at 12:30 today...

So...

Put ya franks* up.

franks = freckly ankles