Y'all can decide what describes this mess later
Sunday, July 4, 2010
The ticks were out in force at the lake today, and apparently, I was on the menu. None on the Truth Telling Chick. None on Smiling Bob. None on the Naked Salesman. Just me. Wrapped up. I was born to suffer.
Oh yes...Squirrel is still dead.
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