Dead grass. A pattern, reminiscent of Signs, has planted itself on our front pasture (and probably back, but lets face it, who would ever walk that marathon to find out) telling the story of the time we had 60 people camping here! I miss you guys, and so does Abby (the mangy dog) – she has no one to wander down to. Andrew, Nichole, Alissa and I are headed to the movies tonight, that’ll be fun. Other than that we’re counting down the days until we leave – yeah!!!!!!!! Hope ya’lls flights home were great, miss you and love you (especially the family formerly known as Jesus). Oh, and also I went to REI – that store is going to play me like a fat kid in a candy store. Talk to ya’ll later, peace.
