My fingers smell like fish, even though I washed them twice. We lunched in the park - the guys brought their airplanes and flew them in the breeze, Mary brought my little man Monty along, and I snuggled him in my hands and fed him all kinds of morsels, including bits of Mary's mahi mahi burrito that won't come off my skin. (I don't care.)
No, he's not spoiled. I say he's entitled. He's getting old, and he probably won't be around much longer. I'm glad I got to hang out with him today. Thanks, Mary!