How many of your dreams are underwater?
How many of your dreams are underwater?
I do not hop only on grass. Sometimes I hop at swimming pools.
In spite of how things often appear, not everything is about boobs.
Squirrelly litter.
Just before sunrise at the meadow.
Two little friends hanging out in the lodge.
There's foxes in the henhouse, cows out in the corn, and tenderloins in the parking lot.
It's July. Francine is busy monitoring the sales of air conditioners.
The wonders of early campground mornings.
I think we have a problem.
