I got to spend a few days at my in-laws' lake house recently. Boy, do I love country living! All those city troubles seem to melt away with the first breath of fresh air. Bryan and I love heading out there for the good Italian mother cooking and our long nights playing Chicken Foot.
A storm's a brewin'.
The neighbor's dog makes himself right at home over here.
I sure would like to attend Biker Church one day. Maybe they'll accept me even without a tattoo (or a bike).
Our mother-in-law/daughter-in-law bonding consisted of giggling over our temporary tattoos we picked up at the local grocery store and trying to convince our men we got real ones.
Made a new friend. Named him Sid.
We went over to our friends' ranch where they surprised me with a newborn colt. Just born the night before! Poor thing was still a little wobbly.
I love old photos. The littlest one is my mother-in-law.