Oregon, Brrrr!

We moved from Arizona to Oregon, and we fear we will be cold forever.

Lunch With A Tiger

Our day at the zoo involved raw meat, chicken poop, and a craving for more.

We went to a horse sale, and Milo only growled at a random stranger once.

Our CA trip was so sick, and not in a surfer-dude fun way.

I (I mean we) had to get rid of some of his (I mean our) stuff.

A personal profile, as written by a drunken primate.

We took a pickup instead of a wagon, but our town trip still took two days.

You won’t believe some of my responses to FAQs about being a desolate ranch wife.

Washing the kids by flashlight caused a Mom Meltdown, but I’m better now. Mostly.