|Frisbee game in the park after our picnic lunch (SHOUTOUT to Miss Dana|
for all the yummy food we're eating up here!)
|Brotherly competition. I love it.|
|The sisters watching the game in the brother's coats. It.was.cold.|
L to R: Lundyn, Lana, Rachel. Thanks guys!
|Snow... in September. Fellow southerners, I share your disbelief.|
And if that doesn't look like a page right out of a storybook, I am not a bookworm.
|I don't mean any disrespect, but this dude's face so reminds me of one of|
Si Robertson's expressions. Hey, Jack!
*For those who care, a transcript of Jake's and my text conversation after the buffalo experience:
J: Dad wouldn't let me get close enough to that stupid huff&blow!
L: I'm so thankful he did not gore you and trample you and rend you into pieces. I was dying inside.
J: He's no more dangerous than Papaw's bulls.
L: Um, yes he is. 1) he's wild and 2) he outweighs them by like 50000 tons. Or pounds or whatever.
J: More like about 1000 pounds and I'm wild too!
L: You may be wild but you don't have horns and hooves and 500000 tons or pounds of muscle.
J: He only weighs like 3000 to 4000 lbs and I have hands and feet and I'm a lot smarter than him!
L: Well you're cuter than him anyway. And yes of course smarter. I'm SO THANKFUL you're still alive and I don't have to cry every day of my life.
J: Yeah that too!