Of course he’s Italian

Ava and I went to the Costco to order a cake. And maybe get some wine. Or rather drink wine. We’d drink all the wine if we could get away with it.

Anyway – I got off on a tangent.

While we were at the Costco we found the same fellow I’d seen several weeks ago. Ava snatched him up and headed down the aisle towards the check-out. She’s very impulsive and I do absolutely nothing to deter her.

So here is Ava holding our new office mate.

We decided his name is Carlo, because he’s Italian.

Ava and our receptionist are going to learn to crochet so they can make him an argyle sweater.