Elk, rice, corn for dinner tonight. I know, don't feed the animals. But he's so beautiful to watch. Last night was the last time. I can stop whenever I want. I'm in control, he's not controlling me. It's NOT a problem. If he leaves any food, he poops on it to mark his territory (very classy) and I'm sick of poop on the porch.
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That reminds me of this one time, at band camp, when a fox snuck into our cabin and ate our counsellor.
nice~thanks dr rod!
Hey - I went to band camp.... So I was trying to have you be my friend cause Crystal said you were good enough, smart enough & doggone it - people like you. BUT apparently my humorous appeal to you was stifled? I have posted a new blog w/ a picture of my wee baby boy Charlie as bait to lure you in. Lets see what it can do!
I also went to band camp but when I realized only NERDS attend band camp, I excised that portion of my brain that holds band camp memories.
Now, I am no longer nerdy. Yuck yuck yuck
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