Oh God. A day spent subsisting on vegetables and guacamole has resulted in a most uneasy truce in the depths of my belly. An evening game of Scrabble played with my
[no clue where the rest of this post is… curses! – rob 2/3/18]
Shane narrowly avoided a VERY incriminating photograph with Kermit here. Luckily, his reflexes are faster than my shutter finger.
