My moral food crisis has me stealing my neighbors crab apples.
It’s about to get real weird y’all.
And Gus’s first camping trip was a relative success. Until he peed on my front seat five minutes from home.
And then indignantly sat on the dashboard- because there was piss on the seat.
I don’t think there are many things prettier than wyoming in the rain.
Apparently nobody told Wyoming that August still means summer.