When Bryer and I were turkey hunting we had sat down and listened to a hen cut for a few minutes in front of us, and when we got up to move on he patted my head, told me he was glad I got to witness that, and kissed me through our face coverings and I’ve never felt more loved. 🥰
I’m saying this shit now due to seeing 17 missing girls posts today.
If I EVER go missing: I DID not run away. I am not going through something/seeking alone time.
I will never go willingly.
FIND MY ASS.
That is all, thank you.
Fifty years ago, if you wanted to see a picture of a raccoon, you either had to already have it or drive to a library. And raccoon in a funny hat? Forget about it.