A Photo Essay
Wait. WUT?! Snax? This is dream?
Spicy snax. With clawz. Me no want it.
Why did spicy snax take my spot?
Spicy snax wins. Bed not worth the clawz.
At Least He Listens?
I came home from dropping Waffle Fry at early morning seminary and the first thought I had was, “you know what’s better than a giant pile of Goat Poo? I A giant pile of WET goat poo. This is the pile that just keeps on giving…me giggles. Also, when I got home I didn’t see Big Daddy so I asked Tater Tot where he was and didn’t know so I tried again, “Where’s daddy’s car?” TT looks me dead in the eye and says, “well…I guess it’s wherever HE left it!” And that is why I have kids. So I can hear my own gems of wisdom come back at me octave higher and covered in sass. It’s *amazing*. 🤣 Also, Daddy moved his car to make room for horned animal 💩 🐐 Happy Tuesday!
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