Social Butterfly

Never would I have guessed my husband was a closet social butterfly. He still gets up early in the morning (old work habits are hard to break) and eats his breakfast (Raisin Bran for the elderly), then goes out and starts his social calls. He goes next door and pets the Yorkie, Sophie, and talks to Sophie's family, Judy and LeRoy.

Then he talks to the people on the other side of our rig. He stops people walking their dogs down the road, pets their dogs and chats for a while. I am laying in bed, with the sun hardly over the horizon and I hear him talking to everybody in sight. Never, never, never would I have guessed!