She's a Lumberjack, and She's Okay

I like dressing Margaret in plaid.  I admit that yesterday, she wore two different plaids, but they weren't ever showing at the same time, so I feel that it was acceptable.

It was, as I'm sure you all recall, Saturday yesterday, and relatively frequently of a Saturday midday, we feel that we would like to go roaming about.  We often go to the zoo or the Botanical Garden, because there are things to look at while roaming.  Yesterday was one of those days.

Margaret seemed to enjoy herself.

At least, she didn't complain too much, not even when her hat migrated southward.

And then afterward, we went to an Irish pub, and Margaret got her growl on.

Actually, she did a lot of growling.  But it was that sort of pub, so no one noticed.  She keeps this up, she could get upgraded to hooliganing in no time.

You see, this is the lumberjackyness that makes the title of the post all right.  And, like the lumberjack in the song, Margaret did indeed put on some women's clothing (the hairbow) and hang around in a bar.  Good times.