Whats wrong with this picture? I bet her face can tell the story. Guilty mutt. Mr. B and Betsy on Friday night snoogle pallet. And on that note. It just doesn't seem like the weekend if we sleep in our own bed. We're pretty weird, I know, but hear me out. Building a pallet on the weekends is like going to a sleepover on Friday and Saturday night. Except with your mate. This is Mr. B's picture of a summer evening study session. This which I might be doing a lot more of than tending my blog. Oh blog, I love this blog. I adore people who read it too. Yes, you.