The Honey Pot
a few days ago when I was walking Cowboy the Dog Champion, we hit a part of the trail that was really clogged with fallen leaves. We were crunching along when I thought of this:

“Hell yeah, I’m wearing ice skates!”

I wasn’t wearing ice skates. They were ice skates of the mind.
the woodland creatures are fairly used to me giggling like a loon when I’m walking on the trail, the mothers pushing baby carriages, less so.

a few days ago when I was walking Cowboy the Dog Champion, we hit a part of the trail that was really clogged with fallen leaves. We were crunching along when I thought of this:

“Hell yeah, I’m wearing ice skates!”

I wasn’t wearing ice skates. They were ice skates of the mind.

the woodland creatures are fairly used to me giggling like a loon when I’m walking on the trail, the mothers pushing baby carriages, less so.

(Source: hehewaitwhat, via johncabrera)

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