Acquisition! Highballs

  
I’m finishing a morning errand with Ozzy and he falls asleep just as I buckle him in to his car seat. He’s been ticked about car trips lately, so my first thought is, “I could go anywhere!”

We drive to my favorite antique store near Sebastapol. He wakes as we arrive and babbles in his carrier. He tries to sing along with the big band music, which is the best.

He laughs at everyone who stops to talk to him, and the counter ladies pass him around while I buy this set of highballs. Heavy in the hand, five bucks a pop. 
Then we get a grilled cheese sandwich.