Since it was sunny out yesterday, Andy and I decided to pack up Z and head on over to Tillamook for some free cheese samples and…not much else.
Tillamook has a frightening amount of churches for a small town.
Follow the smell of cow shit and you’re there.
You say heifer, I say heifa. I left my pump at home though.
I’M ASSUMING THIS IS A “TOY” FOR A YOUNG GIRL. WHY IT’S IN THE TILLAMOOK CHEESE FACTORY GIFT SHOP IS BEYOND ME. WHY A GIRL WOULD THINK A FAKE DOG IN A FAKE PURSE IS COOL IS BEYOND ME. WHY A PARENT WOULD BUY THIS FOR THEIR DAUGHTER IS BEYOND ME. PARIS/LINDSAY/MARY-ASHLEY: YOU’RE GOING DOWN. ALL CAPS = ANGER.
And last but not least: 
Andy’s self portrait. It could’ve been taken anywhere, really.
[...] I said I would post some pictures. Well, Jen already posted some of them…so uh, here’s a big [...]
Does this mean that you won’t be bringing me my very own fake dog in a toy purse when you come to visit?
Not unless you ask real nice like.
My step-niece (ya like that?) got a “real” small-dog purse for her stuffed animal dog. She’s thirteen or something though so it seems like a waste of money because I don’t really remember carrying stuffed animals around junior high…
wow. (said like Oprah)
WOW.
HAHAHAHAHAHA! Opraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!