And that is my brand new shatterproof BPA-free stemless wine… cup.
Seemed appropriate — although we prefer to limit the number of paws onboard to four.
for a long time this morning,
and realized
we’re unable to recall
when it was
exactly
that our boys
quit climbing trees.
It’s making lazy circles in the sky.
1. Noticed that this sliding door doesn’t close all the way,
2. Knew how to fix it, and
3. Did it himself, without being asked?!?!
Proud, proud mama!
Camping: it’s when housekeeping equity becomes a reality.
This is my attempt to one-up her “When in Rome” with my “When in… Tulsa.”
Ho down!
Farewell, Oklahoma!
P.S. I could have done with a little less wind sweeping down the plain last night. Yawn.
There was great clenching and breath-holding involved, but nobody lost their life, their lunch, or their side-view mirror.
I may not know how to back it up yet, but I drove that fucker through Dallas and parked it next to a starship.
I. Win.
