Ten.Two Thousand, Six Hundred & Seventy-Five
Gray, gray morning.
I really hope these iron gummies work.
Will this weighted vest change my life?
It’s not just them, but all the things that come along with
She asks where the snacks are. There aren’t any.
A picture in the shade of the umbrella to send to Work-Dad.
When someone keeps telling you that they are a mean person on the inside, you have to wonder: one, why the confession, and two, is this true, or is it some bad joke you keep wanting to tell?
Oh, no. I somehow ran out of the wint-o-greens and got peppermints.
A little twinge in the knee.
Almost time for shooting camp!