Lipped, that is. The parsley will do it to you every time.
Clovie and I took our monthly drive to the Country Animal Hospital this morning. The air was crisp, the sun was out, and the trees were gorgeous. I had a hard time keeping my eyes on the road and the speedometer. We had a lovely chat with Dr. Heather who told us about sugar shacks and maple syrup, the smells and memories of her childhood in Ohio.
When we got back I brought in our uncarved pumpkins and set them down in Clovie's room thinking I might get some cute pictures.
A lot of thumping and periscoping ensued. Apparently we do not like pumpkins in our room.