He’s looking sharp (NOT!) but we wanted to get him out of the house so took a stroll around the block.
This was the day he was served w/papers notifying him about the conservatorship filing. Like he really cared… the poor processor was very nervous about it all and I felt sorry for him. Maybe he didn’t like the idea of being in a home with a bunch of handicapped kids. Oh well – job done… for now.
Oh, and he sticks his tongue out occasionally just to be different… I guess. Nobody’s ever asked him why.