Me contemplating where to hide Jason's body if he doesn't stop talking about buying a damn motorcycle.
These little dudes were every freakin' where at this rest stop, it was crazy! They were skittering all over the place and one came right over to my foot and looked at me like "Hey, where's my dinner?" Prairie dog, I think?
I think this may have been leaving Utah? I forget.
Me in the reflection of the canoe at a rainy rest stop...somewhere?
I think that's it for now!
Byron,GA> Charleston, SC> Jacksonville, FL> Guilford, CT> Rohnert Park, CA! A southern drawl in sunny Cali! .
The amount of time from slipping on the peel and landing on the pavement is exactly one bananosecond.
I do have a secret yen for pink in unexpected places.
I've decided that I'll never get down to my original weight, and I'm OK with that--After all, 8 pounds 2 oz. is just not realistic.