dad woke me up to look at the moose in our front yard.
i didn't get any pictures.
i went back to sleep.
i woke up to pancakes and coffee.
i took a shower. (whoa, i know.)
i wore my lumberjack shirt.
we drove around.
we stopped on the side of the road to take lots of pretty pictures.
colbie caillat came on the radio.
we panned for gold.
i found a gold speck.
i was hoping for a big nugget so i could quit my job.
not that lucky, i suppose.
i whined about being hungry a good bit.
dad cooked me a steak.
mom cooked me a potato.
i ate them both, accompanied with SWEET TEA.
ohh yeaahhhh.
we all walked down to the lake.
it was nice.
dad tried to push me down a hill.
then he punched me in the arm.
he's a very sweet, loving, affectionate guy.
really.
i ate three chocolate chip cookies.
i creeped some people on Facebook.
probably you.
the water is gorgeous here.
this place was exactly as sketchy as it looks.
dad. being, well, dad.
awesome building
our view from our front porch
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