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.
I (I mean we) had to get rid of some of his (I mean our) stuff.
We took a pickup instead of a wagon, but our town trip still took two days.
Washing the kids by flashlight caused a Mom Meltdown, but I’m better now. Mostly.
We’ve moved to cowpuncher territory!